Lil’ Wayne – Stuntin’ Like My Daddy Lyrics

(Chorus:)

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred

Wut I’m doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money

Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross

Cash money still the company, and bitch I’m the boss

And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy

Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy

I’m the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy

Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy

(Verse 1:)

Yeah bitch I’m paid, thats all I gotta say

Cant see my lil nigga, cuz the money in the way

And I’m, I’m sittin high, a gansta ride blades

If you ain’t gone ride fly than you might as well hate

Shit I gotta eat yeah even though I ate

No it ain’t my birthday but I got my name on my cake

Shit believe that, if ya mans wanna play

Im’ma fuck around and put that boy brains on the gate

Hey pick ’em up, FUCK ’em let ’em lay

Where I’m from we see a fuckin dead body everyday

Thats, uptown, throw a stack at ’em

Make a song about me I’m throwin shots back at ’em

Ya bitch I’m a pipe, and she like a crack attic

And she saw me cookin EGGS and she though I was back at it

I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go

I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

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Shorty 98’s, 45 paper plates

10 the whole thang big money heavy weight

A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a caddy, 25 on the pinky,

Bought a pound of blow and bounced back

Matching grills, big houses on the hill

Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin pan meals

I starta holla, dollar after dollar

Flippin chickens gettin tickets want the money and the power

Born stunna, uptown hunter

3rd war G nigga been about money

Ice chunky, birdman redmonkeys

White Tees on tha chromed out 11 hundreds

you know we shine every summer, we grind every summer

And this is how we spend money

You see them bentleys and them lambs’

Them ounces and them grams, bitch we was born hustlas

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Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first mercedes benz

I must’ve fucked a thousand bitches and a girlfriend

White leather, hot new bare rims, brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin

Big work, we dont need scale man, big papers say good mornin to the mail man

What’cha now bout putting bricks in the spare man

I can stuff a coupe like a muthafucken caravan

I’m in my zone my arm is so rare man if theres a song you lookin at the chair man

How you want it, show me my opponent….throw me my opponent

I’m still ballin, a bullet gotta get me

And I’ve never been a pussy cause my hood never let me

A made nigga got made niggaz wit me

I’ma motorcyle boy so I’m about to pop a wheelie

(Chorus:)

Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred

Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred

Veerom veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred

Cash money still the company and bitch I’m the boss

Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred

Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred

Veerom veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred

Cash money still the company and bitch I’m the boss