Lil’ Wayne – Hittas Lyrics

[David Letterman:]

Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?

[Lil Wayne:]

I don’t know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She’s crazy stupid thick

Mack in here

Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up

Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?

Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up

Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come

Tell ’em bring my car around

Tell ’em bitches lap up

I’ma cut this music down

Tell ’em put they apps up

Tell ’em throw they pride out

Roll them windows back up

Money in the air, who say white men can’t jump?

Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump

Let me get the phone and the car once its gassed up

AK-47 make a sittin’ duck stand up

I could let it blast, but I much rather have one

Tell ’em bring my car around

Tell ’em bitches lap up

Then them hoes get passed down

Then them hoes get passed up

Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus

I’m stickin’ to this shit

You woulda better not hop yo’ ass up

Tell ’em, I got hittas woadie

I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

I got hittas woadie

I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

I got hittas woadie

Yeah I got plenty woadie

And they just wait for the word

This shit like Wheel of Fortune

Goddamn, these snitches nosy

Goddamn, these snitches nosy

Nigga, I’m a ass with that semi

Call me semicolon

Yeah I got hittas woadie

Yeah I got plenty woadie

They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snoring

I’m sippin’ lean out a glass

Make me feel important

I made some green in the past and now it’s good as golden

Yeah

(Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one)

I got hittas woadie

I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

I got hittas woadie

I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

[Lil Wayne & Drake:]

I’m so lifted, I’m so lifted

I wrote my will in hieroglyphics

Weezy, where you been? The people miss you

Crickets

I got hittas and they not kidders

That’s my niggas

You got niggas but they not hittas

They got jitters, they get hit up

I’m placin’ figures on your niggas

Takin’ bidders, you’ll pay niggas

Don’t make a difference

I got shooters, on phone with suitors

They armed and brutal

Armed intruders, ’cause we don’t doo-doo

We drop conclusions

I got sprayers, all type of sprayers

We gon’ need Google

I got paper, on top of paper

We gon’ need rulers

I’m effective, been doin’ numbers since Roman numerals

Strong as sumo, we armed as usual

My hittas hungry

Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you

Just like bazookas, don’t confuse ’em

We only hittas, y’all only humans

Don’t get hit up, woadie

‘Cause I got hittas woadie

[Jacida Carter:]

He’s a very small child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I’m sayin’? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He’s so smart, I can’t teach him nothin’. He’s done been here before