Lil’ Wayne – Upgrade Lyrics

Yezzir…Grease…I love this shit…So let me talk my shit [Cough Cough], Okay I’m good


I know you see the gwap, ’cause money is what we on

Ridin’ drop-top in the winter with the heat on

Bad yella bitch keep my passenger seat warm

Leg hangin’ out the window, you ain’t got deeze on

Bitch holla, it is Lil Weezy

They cannot see me, they are like Stevie

I am Bearing-a-Ton like Levy

I circle ya house like Bebe

Colder than the hee-bee-geebies, never give freebies

75 thousand for these fees

Shit, I can get a 100 thousand up in these jeans

Big stacks, my pockets on Creotine

Young Money, Dipset, nigga we a team

If you don’t like it nigga, fuck ya no Vaseline

Errrrr, peel off in the Lamborghin’

Like a tangerine, got the industry shakin’ like a tambourine

Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin….na Jolie holy god flow

I go where no other guy go, fuck you hoe I’m so 5-0

For I hope every snitch die slow

Hip-hop that’s my hoe, I know, she know I like it wet I want no dry hoe

Alright bitch I am D-Boy, no decoy, and I will straight up destroy any boy, or man

And I prefer, money, them bitches or just reefer

We are Young Money bitch and I am the leader

We are Currency, Mack Maine, and D-Raw..and I just signed a chick named Nikki Nenarge

And me, I’m still spittin’ like a retard, and these niggas soft they should be rappin’ in leotards

Nigga we in charge, Baby put me in charge

And I’m just murderin’ niggas…free of charge!

Ya dig? Just holla back I’ll see ya sarge, I’m so motherfuckin’ high I can eat a star

Yeah lemme’ upgrade you, you may not be a model but I can frontpage ya

You know I’m nasty, excuse my behavior, let me just taste ya, we can fuck later

Sittin’ in the coupe, lookin’ like a racer…top peeled back like the skin of a potatoe

Seat way back listenin’ to Anita Baker, right here by myself smokin’ weed by the acre

Hollygrove gator, ain’t nobody greater, leave ya with some bulletholes the size of craters

You ain’t heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest, battle anybody nigga fuckin’ wit ya favorite

It’s a new game and I’m the coach like Avery

Leave it to the flow and get the dough like a bakery

I don’t really want to, but these niggas makin’ me

Put a motherfucker on some ice like the Maple Leafs

That’s a hockey team, and I ain’t know no hockey team

But I’m a champion, where’s the fuckin’ Rocky theme?

Damn…rest in peace Apollo Creed, I’ma monster everyday is Halloween

A lotta syrup, a lotta pills and a lotta weed…my pockets green like a pod of peas

And if you hatin’ baby you can get a side of these, deeze nuts and ya mouth and can ya swallow please?

Hehe, yeah I’m so hot I freeze, big balls and they jangle like a lot of keys

Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me, she tell a blind bitch and she say "I gotta see"

Young Carter darlin’, understand I am Michael Jordan ballin’

Yes, I’ma dog, I’m a Hoya homie

I’m a boss and ya man’s just an employer mami, lemme upgrade u

Let me upgrade u

Upgrade u…..