Right Above It (Made Famous By Lil Wayne Feat. Drake) 2010 Future Hit Makers; Drake
TracksRight Above It (Made Famous By Lil Wayne Feat. Drake)

Artist: Future Hit Makers; Drake

Album: 80 Smash Hits Of Today

Release time: 04-11-2010

 

Right Above It(Made Famous By Lil Wayne) - Future Hit Makers (未来流行乐制作者)/Drake (德雷克)

Now tell me how ya love it

You know you at the top and

All of heaven's right above it'

We on Cuz we on

Who else really tryin' to f**k with Hollywood Co

I'm with Marley G bro

Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you somethin'

That you probably should know

This that "Slumdog millionaire"

Bollywood flow and uh

My real friends never hear it from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers

On the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose

I don't get sh*t confused

 

I got a small circle

I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path'

But got on different shoes

Live in the same buildin'

But we got different views

I got a couple cars' I never get to use

Don't like my women single

I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all them b**ches find a pole

Plus I've been sippin'

So this sh*t is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell

Her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top and all

Of heaven's right above it we on

It's young money motherf**ker

If you ain't runnin' wit

It run from it motherf**ker alright

 

Now somebody show some money in this b**ch

And I got my bees with me

Like some honey in this b**ch' ya dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back' because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train

Yes I'm in the buildin'

You just on the list of guest names

And all my riders do not give a f**k: X-Games

Guns turn you boys into pussies: sex change

And I smoke til' I got chest pains

And you niggas know

I rep my gang like Jesse James

Women are possessive'

 

And they wanna possess Wayne

I been flyin' so long

I fell asleep on the f**kin plane

 

Skinny pants and some vans

Call me Triple-A get my advance

 

In advance' Amen

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Life is a beach' I'm just playin' in the sand

 

Ugh Wake up and smell the p**sy

You niggas can't see me' but never overlooked me

I'm on the paper trail there ain't

No tellin' where it took me' yeah

 

And I ain't a killer' but don't push me

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top and all

Of heaven's right above it we on

It's young money motherf**ker if you ain't runnin' wit

It run from it motherf**ker alright

Now somebody show some money in this b**ch

And I got my bees with me like some honey

In this b**ch' ya dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back' because I shoot first

Ugh how do he say what's never said

Beautiful black women

I bet that b**ch look better red

Limpin' off tour

Cuz I made more on my second leg

Motherf**kin' Birdman junior' eleventh grade

Ball on automatic start

I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw

Wildcat offense Check the paw prints

We in da buildin'' you niggas in appartments

 

Ugh N-now c'mon be my blood doner

My flow so nice you

Ain't even gotta put a rug on her

Do it big and let the small fall under that

Damn where you stumbled at

From where did they gumbo at

Came got the beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack

And you know me

I get on this b**ch and have a heart attack

Hip-Hop I'm the heart of that

Ni**a nothin' short of that

President Carter' Young Money Democrat Ugh

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top

And all of heaven's right above it we on

It's young money motherf**ker

 

If you ain't runnin' wit

It run from it motherf**ker alright

Now somebody show some money in this b**ch

And I got my bees with me

Like some honey in this b**ch' ya dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back' because I shoot first

Yeah We on Young moola baby

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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