Mafia Music

作曲：Lil Wayne,Birdman

作词：Lil Wayne,Birdman

I like my ** a little wetter, my drinks a little colder

My girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders

Like my ** a little stronger, my money a lot longer

If blooding aint right than I couldn't be a wronger

I'm a bad muthafucker be very afraid

Boy this heat will give your ** a raspberry beret

Been in the building muthafucker we ain't never escape

C-cash money is the army, Veterans Day

The block done got hotter, the world done got colder

So ** a diamond chain we wearing guns on our shoulder

If you want it you can get it, come on sign up

We got choppas, better put that Tony Romo nine up

Man we so ** bout it, five star count it

Could have ** the World but I left it how I found it

Took the game to school now I'm bout to cap and gown it

Got a circle of success you can say I'm well rounded

Yeahhhhh, rosss

And by the way my name is Tuneche

Tuneche Baby

Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder

Tommy's with the flag, spent the hundred high rolling

Flipped it off the condo, made it off the conda

Sky scraping condo top floor aroma

High to the sky when I step up in this **

Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this **

The marble for the Louie the bag full of cash

Keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab

Priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat

Junior doing time, kicking up his feet

A mill on the books, I'm stunting with a fleet

A pretty red ** we smash every week

Blowing on some good Maybach back seat

The ** sleeping good, a mill on the sheets

Born rich from the hood, YMCMB

Yeah, Maybach

Brrrat