G-Wagon lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Uh, whoop-whoop, trey
Aye this one right here ain't even about the money bruh
Already know, yeah
Let's do this sh*t one more time on these n*ggas man
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Hook]
Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon
Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging
Uh, and my wrist look like a disco
Uh, translation I'm the sh*t ho
Uh, half a ticket at your mama house
Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch
Uh, we drop them b*tches in the microwave
Uh, I made a million with that microwave

[Verse 1]
Trey right back to shining on these pus*y n*ggas
Uh, been a minute, perfect timing on these pus*y n*ggas
Uh, ask about me state to state, b*tch ain't nothing to fake
Uh, they know my new estate, yeah it got a lake
b*tch got a camera phone and she taking pictures
b*tch I'm shell shocked, it's making me suspicious
Right outside the spot, I'm like "f*ck em"
And if I cut the n*gga off you know I didn't trust him
[Hook]
Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon
Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging
Uh, and my wrist look like a disco
Uh, translation I'm the sh*t ho
Uh, half a ticket at your mama house
Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch
Uh, we drop them b*tches in the microwave
Uh, I made a million with that microwave

[Verse 2]
These b*tches on me, huh
These b*tches want me, huh
They ain't gon holler at you n*ggas cause you phony, huh
Well you ain't never lie
Yeah b*tch I'm certified
I lost a million ran up, sh*t left me traumatized
You out here ball capping you like them rap n*ggas
I'm in the zone wrapping, I'm like them trap n*ggas
I'm sitting on new leather, I'm screaming "who better?"
You came with that n*gga? b*tch you should do better
What's happening?

[Hook]
Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon
Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging
Uh, and my wrist look like a disco
Uh, translation I'm the sh*t ho
Uh, half a ticket at your mama house
Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch
Uh, we drop them b*tches in the microwave
Uh, I made a million with that microwave
[Verse 3]
Arm and hammer, here we go, here we go
He gon' be mad at him (why?) water on the floor
Told my jeweler "go make it flow", that water on my wrist
Canary diamonds in that motherf*cker, I like yellow p*ss
Uh, glass handle, glass pot
Bounce back, yeah, I'm sir mix a lot
Looking at my Rollie, that b*tch say 6 o'clock
That duffle bag from Wal-Mart that b*tch hold 60 blocks, trey

[Hook]
Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon
Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging
Uh, and my wrist look like a disco
Uh, translation I'm the sh*t ho
Uh, half a ticket at your mama house
Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch
Uh, we drop them b*tches in the microwave
Uh, I made a million with that microwave

[Outro]
I just want to give a shoutout to all the n*ggas that turned their back on me. All the n*ggas that switched sides on me. All the n*ggas that ran to the other side like the grass is greener. Haha I want to shout out you pus*y n*ggas, you'll see me ball. You will see me ball, you b*tch ass n*ggas what's happening?
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