Letra Way of life Lil' Wayne

Way of life

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Look right here, this how we gon do this
Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard
And we gon run this for you, ya heard?
Yeah, check it out

[Female]
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...

[Lil Wayne]
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall where my girlfriends dish out ends
Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it
Copped baby girl what she desired
It's chump change ma, Marijuana skyler
Know'n what I got up in my styraphone cup - that purple stuff
It was given to me at birth, stunna
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups

[Baby]
Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs
Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Coach you in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slam back Coke Truck, no rims - can't holla
It's that Louie fitted on Ostrich streets
It's the tell 'em man daddy, mami do you love me?

[Chorus: TQ]
Me, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon change it
Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?
Do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

[Baby]
Pop one, pop two with the blue Nike shoes
Raw blue jag on 'em 22's
White's agree, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these, naked women that pop Champaign
And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name then you know my game

[Lil Wayne]
It's Lil Whodi from the Hot Block where seris flow
Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me blow
But, y'all don't hear me though
Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's
Word, rims poking out the side of the err
Glock heavy, rims poking out the side of your shirt
I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so...
Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though
We smoke stinky stinky dro
And we don't cop them incy wincy o's
And we don't stop, nah, we blow
Fuck the pink fo'
Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo
Birdman, my poss so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy

[Baby]
They think cause I stay English turn
That stunna don't ever OC to burn
I go and eat slow and ball like a dog
Me and my niggs ball like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on the lawn
Ice in my teeth, all on my arm
Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Lil Wayne]
Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
Yo, there it is, ya lil low life
See, I'm a professional - you a rookie
Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy
That's some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that
Who we rollin wit?
We rollin wit Cash Money
Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace!
I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property
Just a mind game
Piece of mind, ya know
Piece of something, motherfucker!