Lil’ Wayne – I’m A Ryder Lyrics

The hottest… under the sun

Ain’t nobody fuckin with me, man

And you already know that, pimpin

Cash Money Records, where dreams come true

Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight

And you already know that, pimpin

Hey it’s Cash Money Records man

A lawless game

Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne’s the president

Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em

Even if they celibate

I know the game is crazy

It’s more crazy than it’s ever been

I’m married to that crazy bitch

Call me Kevin Federline

It’s obvious that he’ll be Cash Money til the death of him

The ground shall break when they bury him

Bury him, I know one day they gotta bury him

Better lock my casket tight baby so I don’t let the devil in

Nigga, it’s just me and my guitar

Yea, bitch I’m heavy metal-ing

You can get to f**kin Led Zeppelin

Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen

And we hold court, and take your life for the settlement

Yes, I’m the best. and no I ain’t positive, I’m definate

I know the game like I’m reffing it

This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament

And I’m the god, and this is what I bless them with

Bitch, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me

Baby, I’m me, So who you, You’re not me, You’re not me

And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire

I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire

It’s cash money over everything

It’s in my blood I feel it runnning in every vein

I’m from the mud I am a missle like a scud

What’s really good, I’m about that ruckers like Fudd

And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug

Tied to the fuckin’ birdman like a log

And dear Mr. Ronald Williams

To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim

Cash Money million, hier to the throne

Going at the head is like hair and a comb

Sittin by the window, I just stare at the stone

Knowin’ I might get through it like hair and a comb

Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters

And I will take or trash it with the lord as my witness

And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished

So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

That I’m me I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me

Baby, I’m me, So who you, You’re not me, You’re not me

And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire

I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m still a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire (bitch!)

Last year they had the grammys and left me in Miami

Sleeping on a nigga like I’m rapping in my jammies

I’m rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies

Mel Gibson flew lethal weapon book em’ danny

I’m a monster I tell you monster wayne

I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain

Now I’m stuck here to deal with the house’s pain

Fuck with me, I will peel like the house’s paint

Let’s go, niggas don’t see me cause I’m better than both

The only time I will depend is when I’m seventy years old

That’s when I can’t hold my shit within so I shit on myself

Cause I’m so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else

I’m tryna tell you like I saying something

I’m from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff

And there ain’t nothin gonna stop me

So just envy it, hey, I’ll accept a friendly quit.

(ha) yea

I’m me, I’m me. Bitch, I’m me

Baby, I’m me, So who you, f**k you, You’re not me

And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire

I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I am a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire (bitch!)

The hottest… under the sun

Ain’t nobody fuckin with me, man

And you already know that, pimpin

Cash Money Records, where dreams come true

Somebody gon die tonight

And you already know that, pimpin

Hey it’s Cash Money Records man