Stuntin' Lyrics

[Drake] I'm a rapper turned singer, and you can tell that he smoke But I don't need my vocal chords; all I hit is C notes N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm prevoked I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote Money is everything and it's every other thing I'm part of the quietest, the model that my brother sing Cash is the right now, women are post game MoneyOverBitches.com, check the domain It's coming too soon, album on the way People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon" Oops I mean a red moon; I did it again to em Let me leave a space in for your blood affiliation I say, heavy metaphors, flow so over weight I could wrap around these other youngins like a cobra snake Cross bite, drizzy-nigga, nobody as cold as drake Keep your ass inline; don't be trying to roller skate Fuck all the discrete shit; I get on some deep shit I am 21, tell me who do I compete with I'm on my elite shit; you could tell I'm real Cause I'm getting hood loving, I ain't even talking street shit Young angel, young lion, I'm done trying I'm just doing, who's drinking, cause I'm buying It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still down like she's fucking John B. And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit I just listen back and I've sounded like a trumpet This for all the strippers cause I know that they gone bump it Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year Tax brackets and back and forth faxes My money come in full circle, get up on my axis Maybe I'm a kill 'em, only cause I promised They think I'm being cocky, but I'm only being honest I'm swallowing the goose, got a model getting loose And I never party less; I got some bottles and a booth I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this I'm just having patience, cause I wanted to make sense White cup, orange pot, Tennessee State shit Drop a fo' in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy [Lil Wayne] Yeah P-p pass the dro I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes And they might even say you should leave me alone And I don't mean scaaaaag, cause his bitch like me Stunting is a habit, get it from my daddy Just like shaggy, I tote that bone-bastic I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck bout you I ain't talking moths, but you pluck my balls And yes I'm falling, but up I've fallen If your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog I went from penny pinching to private planes Never sat on any benches, I got in games Starter-Carter, Ball-Harder Ten girls, pent house suite; ya'll order Whatever ya'll please: wine, crackers, and cheese They take off their clothes and put on my T's The supplement I've taken got me feeling mighty My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese Yeahyes my watch make the fricken time freeze Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need And 18 g's is why the chicken crossed the street Whatcha know bout it, my niggas so bout it If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it, Weezy I ignore the liars baby, I ignite the fire I am like a Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me I'm a bad boy obviously, popping at your ivy leave I don't have a robbery, if so you'll have a casueulty Oops I meant a casualty, oops I meant catastrophe Oops I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me And big wet pussy is more like what I'm rathering Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the barying Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery You got shark salary and I got long money I got cash money, I got young money, BITCHDJ Drama f/ Drake, Lil Wayne - Stuntin' - http://motolyrics.com/dj-drama-f-drake-lil-wayne/stuntin-lyrics.html