Lil Wayne - High Beamin' (feat. B.G.) Lyrics
[BG]Niggas be hatin'Cause BG got itEvery top of the line car they gotLook I ride it>From the Hummer to the RoverTo the drop jagB and C lex truckNothin' my click ain't hadEverybody head was *****edWhen they heard bout the dealCash Money hotboys climbed for 30-millAlready was straight now we livin largerAlready was ballin now we ballin harder*****es can't take meCause my wrist stay flossed outNiggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed outGhetto made meMy dog, Baby, saved meNiggas find out they hoe got *****ed, ??That's how it goIt ain't my fault I got mega cheeseWalk that walkTalk that talk i'm BGPaperchaser to the fullest get my grind onGotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On[Chorus 3x]Me and my click be sizzlin hot steaminBouncin' through diamonds high beamin'[Wayne]WhaI'ma flosser baby, baller babyA fifteen year old shot caller babyAnd I'm racin throughIn the all black chromeA Mercedes CoupeGot yo' wife at my houseAnd she ***** tooAnd all my niggas all aroundSayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do'It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dogAnd I'm surrounded by the iceIt got me freezin' dogAnd it's plain and simpleWon't change 'cause it's naturalLil' Wayne a pimp y'allGot the game from BeatrisI'm tryin to see six numbersPull up at the Grammy awards in six HummersLeave the Grammy awards with six womensAnd make a stop at the gas station for six rubbersPut it togetherThis is the life when you get full of the cheddarDon't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what[Chorus 4x][Wayne]La, la, la, laHere I come star rapperI get the fast moneyShort, cute hot boy that rapper Cash MoneyStandin out the roof of my carAnd flash hundredsTake your girl to the mallSpend a G like that's nothinShe lay on the floorOpen up the spotTake off her drawsLet me see the cuntDon't stop Lil' WeezyWe's ain't nothin niceBut gats in my Jesus ChristNothin but iceWhen they see me at nightBehind I stay highSnatch yo' wifeRun up in her with the K-YBut it's on manEver since I was born WayneNigga get out of lineI get dirty like John WayneI'm bout stuntin', flossin'Whatever come wit itAnd I don't shoot gunsUnless they have a drum wit itAt first they wasn't wit itThought that I was jokinNow I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it[Chorus]
