Bill Gates Remix lyrics

Oh sh*t (yeahh) Busta Rhymes (yeahh) on this Lil Wayne remix...sh*t is crazy right here (yeahh) Lets GO

[Busta Rhymes]
Okay, here comes the great white you little tadpole
My moneys like a fat b*tch she had a cash roll
Combination lock safe bread stash old
And white sh*t with small face just call me as*h*le
You mad my word touch the street like an a postal hater
I'm a turn your crew to a circle or squares like a waffle maker
I gotta have it, even if it ain't mine, i gotta pocket paper
I put a strong hole in every hood see how i lock it major
And why you wondering w-whos that n*gga coming in
Sounding like the voice of god do you speak a thundering
The killer of the beat and how im giving you the eating
How i kill em in the street how im magically
And somebody better watch their step yep thats me yep
Son did ask me who's nicest cry baller
I don't call you son because you shine like one
b*tch i'm your father
Cause i fathered so many styles, like if you plain and i charter
Tell they respect me and then amortize me like a mortar
I'm laughing with you, being at you think it's funny
Cause that hundred thousand in my truck is cling diamond money
What's the issue now this sh*t is so official with the stare
We got em amp
If you ain't know i do it, over n*ggas cash should i spit
Me leaving pretty b*tches once and them damp
Undisputed with spit, i've been to fed of me is the champ
It dont matter if you debate and wanna rave and wanna rant
And cooperate the god name in every religious chant go........
[Lil Wayne]
Skinny ass pants
Fresh pair of vans
If you n*ggas keep trippin? n*gga share an ambulance
Throw up blood with my hands
My gang poppin? n*ggas smoke that kush and not that reggie
For you name droppin? n*ggas
All day I do it
I do it like Tony
Got a sign on my di*k that say ?bad b*tches only?
I don?t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I?m on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go ?pu?
Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my b*tches do too
Yeah all my n*ggas nuts and I?m a loose screw
b*tch I get big bucks, pockets on bruce bruce
Yeah I talk that sh*t b*tch I got bread, b*tch I got toast

Welcome to the murder show I am the muthf*cking host
They call me Weezy F Baby yes I do the f*cking most
I?m at their throats until they choke
The God has spoke I need a smoke wait (smoke wait)
Now let it breath to em
Yea.........

[Chorus]
It goes all these b*tches and nigas still hatin?
I used to be a baller but now I?m Bill Gatin?
Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later
Yeah life is a b*tch but I appreciate her man
All these b*tches and nigas still hatin?
Yea I used to be a baller but now I?m Bill Gatin?
Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later
Yeah life is a b*tch but I appreciate her man
Yea.....