LXTTLE WAYNE - Intellectual

Verse 1

Uh, Smoke u like a loosey (yea)

Bitch I'm feeling groovy

All my bitches bad and boojie (yea)

No one asking who's he

I told u I'm good I'm gucci

Stacking paper like it's loose leaf (uh)

Your bitch is a groupie (yea)

We gon make a movie (yea)

Hook

I'ma get money regardless

Drawling like I am an artist

Your music sounding retarded

No wonder no one ever bought it

Ima pull up, bring the car in

I'm eating, you rappers are starving

I am not afraid of nothing

I spit like I'm from New Orleans

Chrous

Little Wayne, Little Wayne

Big bank, take little bank

Aye, your bitch she wanting the pipe

I'm boutta start up a fight, yea yea

Do this shit every night

Diamonds they shining so bright, yea yea

Verse 2

Ooo oo, your bitch she hop in the coupe

She keep on hitting my phone, she won't leave me alone, she wanna get the scoop (yea)

Told my man to throw me the oop (uh)

I been balling, nothing new (yea)

Thousand dollars on the shoe (yea)

I got money like a Jew (yea)

Time is ticking with the rhymes I'm spitting

Presidential rollie, no Obama in it

I been in the kitchen Ima whip it, whip it

She come to my show she ask for a ticket

Bitch get outta my face, Ima fuck you to some drake

What do you think, I been smoking on this dank, I been leaning of the drank (yea, yea)