They Still Like Me lyrics

[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
OK, OK, OK. Mhm, mm, mhm. That's what I'm talking 'bout, man. I killed that sh*t, man. Man, that right there—it's easy, man. You know what I mean? Give me something else, man, Drama. I'm on fire, man, rock. Watch this, man!

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Let's do this for Hollygrove!
Yeah
Can't forget Magnolia Projects!
Young
Shout to the N.O.! (Dramatic, n*gga!)
Young
DJ Drama! Weezy F. Baby!
Dedication 2, let's go! (Dramatic)

[Verse: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]
Weezy, motherf*cker, what it do? Holla at me
All the n*ggas tryna hate me, and them b*tches tryna have me, I'm a—
Money man, yep, I get it from my daddy, ho
And boy, we can beef like Magnolia and Calliope
Hollygrove my barrio, let that automatic go
Test me when I'm chilling, and I kill you from my patio
b*tch, my shadow look good, I'm just feeling Weezy
Hop in my sh*t and say goodbye 'cause the ceiling's leaving (Gangsta!)
Believe me, they ain't tryna see me
Tell 'em I be the n*gga with the burner in the beanie, I'm—
The fireman, she just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the b*tch dreaming
n*ggas say they hot, but it's really not seeming
If these guys bad, then I gotta be a demon
Wayne's getting money like Damon and Keenan
Try, take it from me, and I'm aiming and beaming
Banging and leaving stains on the cement
Slide the crackers something so they tame the policemen
Left in a Porsche, came in a carnation
I'm fresh, yeah, the Gucci sweats came with the creases
I'm hot, but I'm cold, I just change with the seasons
Tryna put some cheese on my pieces
If you looking for your n*gga, I be where the water gets deeper
Hugging on that money, tryna put it in a sleeper
Yeah, I'm here—who the f*ck wanna say something?
Leave your whole head empty like a straight pumpkin
Make no assumptions, I'm hustling
Your girlfriend guzzling when you thought she wasn't
Name still buzzing even when I'm doing nothing
But I'm never doing nothing, 'cause I'm always getting money
It's that simple, jackass, if you don't get it, you're a dummy
And them n*ggas that diss me ain't nothing but pure pus*y
Sure, honey, I done heard what you said
But if a n*gga really cared, you'd already be dead
Just a young-ass n*gga with some old-ass bread
Yes, I keep them dollars running like them b*tches got legs
And my n*gga Tez Po been riding with me since pegs
And my right wrist is looking like a cracked-open egg, that's—
White and yellow diamonds, adjust your lighting
I got 'em so mad, but, "Oh, I think they like me" (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)