Lil’ Wayne – Murk Off Lyrics

Oh oh oh-crazy (the weezy effect)

Money is the motivation

(Hop on that thing like Murk offs Birkwalks)

Oh you did it

Yeah you gotta get it

Weezy F.

Is in your building

I will step

On your building from the steps

Of my building raise hell

Hells prison

Call me young Ray Twine

I’m a chef in hells kitchen flow

Sweetest devil food

I eat angles for dinner

Call me which ever

I don’t give a finger in the middle

I’m a hold it down and blow it

And ancher reached a missil

When I say we got the [prrr]

I aint tryin to whistle

Long body Maybach

Make me feel so little

I’m ballin of them suckas

And I won’t pick up my dribble

Retarded on the the beat sick

Ask the hospitals

And she couldn’t stand under my unbrella in the drizzle

My eight game coppa

My nth aint Poppa

So when running I will get you like Jeremauh Tratta

Yessar call me young Carta

My leg is so soft so I reach the end like my dollar

Money is the motivation

Money is the motivation

Money Money is the motivation

Place on an animal

Hop on that thing Murk offs Birdwalks x5 (you know)

Money is the motivation

Money is the motivation

Yeah thanks to the core

I will rap flame

Or paint your kitchen floor

Which you can’t ignore

Things you indoor

When up against the board

All I heard is "Weezy don’t fulfill me no more"

I hear your Bullshi

I play matador

I’m out of categorie

I don’t care what your

I got a positive vibe but I ain’t scared of your

Get the kid nigga

Did never let it off

That rent-a-type of walk

That Keh Keh Keh

I got a yell so fine

Her name Dairione

She know how to get them things in her Kerion

I blew out of town

Dreads went a mile out of town

Up town in a building

Not a sound

These killers don’t get heard about

They get whispered about

You’ve been murdered out boy

Money is the motivation

Money is the motivation

Money is the motivation

Facing that Avenue

Hop on that thing Murk offs Birdwalks x5 (you know)

They call me birdman chill bitch

‘8 am open my eyes

Yeah kicked my bitch tell her open the blinds

And I’m over the stove

At Nine

Yeah I’m cookin breakfast for the block

And I let her cook mine

Yeah quit lying in the bathroom

Before we bounce now

Be up mean her

She go a day a ounch damn

Ya’ll pray for her

While I’m at the bus station

In the bentley

Sittin’ alone as I wait for ya

I’m getting dope

I’ma paper

Boy ima take ya

For the right paper

Boy I will pay her

Shake her

Tape her

Race up

Send her to the money

She’ll be back before I wake up

Ha get your cake up

Ya’ll niggas laned up

Ya’ll should probably get your game up

When I’m givin’ the game up

My name Wayne What

Hot boy flame up

You niggas trying to change up

When I’m getting my change up

Money is the motivation

Money is the motivation

Money is the motivation

Facing that Avenue

Hop on that thing Murk offs Birdwalks x5 (you know)

Money is the motivation

Money is the motivation…