By the Way lyrics

by

Ludacris


[Intro]
Yeah
Just call me young
My money grown though, by the way
Ha ha, let's go
Ha ha ha, Young, you already know what time it is
Let's go

[Hook]
Said I'm young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin' I just do this sh*t for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. Front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get 'Em gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it cause I lived it by the way

[Verse 1]
What ya say Young
The boy might go nuts, holes in n*ggas just like donuts
My kreme be krispy, these n*ggas can't get me
Must be the wrong size cause these n*ggas can't fit me
Never let 'em play me, never let 'em bullsh*t me
If they ever bullsh*t me, send the coroner to get me
And when the coroner come get me, I'mma take you pussies with me
I ain't trustin' 12 shots, you know I keep them choppers with me
And I don't trust you Bumba clots, you know I keep them shotta's with me
Can't let the goons get bored, gotta keep them n*ggas busy
And I ain't trustin' nobody, so I took my money with me
Cause last time they got me get me get me
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[Verse 2]
Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
Take it to ya mama's mama house where everybody stay
Where everybody sleep, leave everybody sleep
Have a baby by who, that's everybody's freak
Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets
Take 'em straight to the hood, let everybody eat
I went down they went down, now everybody cheap
Or should I say cheaper maybe even lower
Ya'll n*ggas gettin' missed if ya'll talk any slower
Then ya flow a be screwed, now that a be rude
I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack
Had the Westside crackin' ask about in the map

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I turned a brick into a clothing line, a Boost commercial
And they still talkin' yola, so who's commercial?
Young like Noah I move them birds by the two
Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes
I keep my A.I. on still won't cross over
I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda
Hustlin'' since I was ten still ain't met Sosa
I just got this thing in it's too big for a holster
They say I'm bipolar so indecisive
So muthaf*ckin' what I know some b*tches who like it
The real n*ggas recite it, the real b*tches they love it
It's just the way that I thug it it's what they want I'm like f*ck it
[Hook]
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