On My Own - Lil Wayne, Reel

Eagle, eagle carter man

In a 96 regal contravan

On my way to the east to the laundromat

Gotta wash that money and get on my ass

Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast

I got to do something I done blown my last

Holla holla at ya boy I be on the ave

In dat g pricko is what I am known to have

Shit tend to be slow I put on a mask

And make it halloween and take all your bags

I say hallie hallie hallie why don’t you go on and stab

And Make these motherfuckers understand

Look coach you pitchin’at me under hand

But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast

Ya men designing women I am a one woman’s man

I’m the cash money prince blow the trumpet man

They say they want the drugs to stop

But I am a major step back when my album drop

I got dat wet crack flow out ya mami’s pot

I got dat I got dat jet black four at ya mami’s spot

I am trying to get dat dough I demand it now

You panic now, you betta pan it down

For the neighbors be over here tearing it down

This is Weezy F. baby I am crowned the prince

This is my town, my home

This is my crown, my throne,

This is me on my own, let’s get it on And the hand gun is so included

Don’t get it confused I want no confusion

And keep ya hoe I don’t want your contagious

I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving

A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance

Its money over bitches that I’m keep on provin'

Its weezy f.

I got ya momma cruisin'

Outta all the hot boyz she say I am the coolest

I brought my bag of oranges, its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I’m try to seduce

I floss awful lot and haters tryin’to reduce it Put the laser on the 45 iron, stupid

One shot to remind who is the fly lil nigga dat’s behind da trigger

I am all chronic combined with liquor

You will never see me like momma tigger

An eighty’s baby a fightin’nigga, I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga

I am something you call pepper like a viking snake

See me over the viking stove I am lighting bricks

Or in the middle of the shoot out, I’m tighting clips

Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs (I do this)

You catching my drift representing with my section on my belly and shit

I am the prince

This is my town, my home

This is my crown, my throne

This is me on my own, let’s get it on So roll the carpet out, cause you fuckin’with a nigga from the royal south

See you are either in or you are out

And if you out stay in 'cause them warriors are out

Because those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out

So I just open up the gate and let my holliers out

No nigga I neva call your house I am probably some where taking Toya out

Not answer my phone and ignoring your spouse

She leavin’messages about me enjoying her mouth

Hey, I am ready to knock a boy in the mouth

Give me the name, naw better yet point him out

Me and the streets got a joint account

I am from the streets that you need to be warned about

New Orleans, wodie put the gat in your mouth

And if we feed you with a lot of iron it will flatten you out

A few roaches but never had no rats in this house

Never telling one another leave dat in the house

Always been a small hustler moving my packing out

If I ever run into some trouble send my savages out

These niggaz talking sweet I will get dem cavities out

I got graveyard flowers man I am passing them out

Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now

I am the prince

This is my town, my home

This is my crown, my throne

This is me on my own, let’s get it on