Lil’ Wayne – I’m Me Lyrics

The hottest… under the sun… (who dat) Ain’t nobody fuckin with me man

Ay ay ay ay, U already know that pimpin (ya)

Cash Money Records, where dreams come true

Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die 2nite

(Ay ay ay ay) U already know that pimpin

Ay it’s Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Un-fucking-believeable Lil’ Waynes 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 Federlin

It’s obvious that he’ll be Cash Money till 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 metalin

You can get the fuckin Led Zepplin

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

And we hold court and take your life for a 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 The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament

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

Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me

Baby I’m me, so who you? Your not me, your not me

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

I’m a mutha fuckin Cash Money Millionaire

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

I’m a mutha fuckin Cash Money Millionaire, yea

Junior… brrr

It’s Cash Money over everything

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

I’m from the mud, I am a missile like a scud

Wuts really good? I’m bout that Ruckers like Fudd

And I stay on my floor at Cash Money like a rug

Tied to the fuckin Birdman like a lug

And Dear Mister Ronald williams…

To you, I shall forever give thanks like a building

Cash Money Million, heir to the throne

Going at they heads like hair in a comb

Sitting by the window I just stare at the storm

Know I’ll make it thru it like hair in a comb

Yo, money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses

And I will take on that shit as the lord, as my witness

And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished

So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me

Baby I’m me, so who you? Your not me, your not me

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

I’m a mutha fuckin Cash Money Millionaire

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

I’m still a mutha fuckin Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami

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

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

Mel Gibson flow, Leathal 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 doubt won’t see me cause I’m better and bold

The only time I wear depends is when I’m 70 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 errybody else

I’m tryna tell ya, like I’m sayin sumthin

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

And there ain’t nuthin gon stop me so just envy it

Hey, I’ll accept a friendly quit

Yea I’m me, I’m me, bitch I’m me

Baby I’m me, so who you? fuck u, u not me

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

I’m a mutha fuckin Cash Money Millionaire

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

I am a mutha fuckin Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

The hottest… under the sun… (who dat) Ain’t nobody fuckin with me man

Ay ay ay ay, U already know that pimpin

Cash Money Records, where dreams come true

Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die 2nite

(Ay ay ay ay) U already know that pimpin

Yo it’s Cash Money Records man, a lawless game