[00:00.000] 作词 : CARTER, DWAYNE/GRAHAM, AUBREY/JOHNSON, DANIEL
[00:01.000] 作曲 : D. Carter/A. Graham/D. Johnson
[00:03.950]Right Above It
[00:07.780]Lil Wayne
[00:12.990]
[00:19.390]Now tell me how ya love it
[00:21.100]You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it,
[00:24.030]we on.. Cuz we on..
[00:28.670]
[00:29.150]Who else really tryin' to **** with Hollywood Co.?
[00:30.650]I'm with Marley G. bro
[00:31.610]Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
[00:34.280]And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
[00:37.260]This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh..
[00:41.810]My real friends never hear it from me
[00:44.240]Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
[00:47.420]That's why I pick and choose
[00:49.170]I don't get shit confused
[00:50.490]I got a small circle
[00:52.180]I'm not with different crews
[00:53.680]We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
[00:56.760]Live in the same buildin', but we got different views
[01:00.020]I got a couple cars, I never get to use
[01:03.080]Don't like my women single
[01:04.710]I like my chicks in twos
[01:06.920]And these days all the girls is down to roll
[01:09.250]I hit the strip club and all them b*****s find a pole
[01:12.690]Plus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
[01:15.670]Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
[01:19.250]
[01:19.650]Now tell me how you love it
[01:21.680]You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..
[01:26.170]It's young money mother****er if you ain't runnin' wit
[01:29.300]it run from it mother****er alright
[01:31.640]Now somebody show some money in this b***h
[01:34.200]And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig..
[01:38.800]I got my gun in my boo purse
[01:40.890]And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..
[01:43.750]
[01:45.300]Meet me on the fresh train
[01:47.360]Yes I'm in the buildin'
[01:48.570]You just on the list of guest names
[01:50.170]And all my riders do not give a ****: X-Games
[01:53.720]Guns turn you boys into p***ies: shit change..
[01:57.680]And I smoke til' I got chest pains
[01:59.860]And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
[02:02.950]Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
[02:06.150]I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the ****ing plane
[02:10.530]Skinny pants and some vans
[02:12.430]Call me Triple-A get my advance in advance, Amen
[02:15.990]As the world spin and dance in my hands
[02:18.640]Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
[02:22.490]Ugh. Wake up and smell the shit
[02:24.830]You niggas can't see me, but never overlooked me
[02:28.040]I'm on the paper trail there ain't no tellin' where it took me, yeah
[02:32.120]And I ain't a killer, but don't push me
[02:34.910]
[02:35.540]Now tell me how you love it
[02:37.510]You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..
[02:41.920]It's young money mother****er if you ain't runnin' wit
[02:45.120]it run from it mother****er alright
[02:47.540]Now somebody show some money in this b***h
[02:50.040]And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig..
[02:54.490]I got my gun in my boo purse
[02:56.460]And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..
[02:59.790]
[03:00.370]Ugh. how do he say what's never said?
[03:03.090]Beautiful black women
[03:04.510]I bet that b***h look better red
[03:05.910]Limpin' off tour cuz I made more on my second leg
[03:09.300]Mother****ing Birdman junior, eleventh grade
[03:13.330]Ball on automatic start
[03:15.370]I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
[03:18.620]Wildcat offense.. Check the paw prints..
[03:22.210]We in da buildin', you niggas in apparements
[03:25.380]Ugh. N-now c'mon be my blood doner
[03:28.170]My flow so nice you ain't even gotta put a rug on her
[03:31.520]Do it big and let the small fall under that
[03:34.790]Damn where you stumbled at?
[03:36.110]From where did they gumbo at?
[03:37.700]Came got the beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack
[03:40.740]And you know me
[03:41.730]I get on this b***h and have a heart attack
[03:43.980]Hip-Hop I'm the heart of that
[03:45.680]B***h nothin' short of that
[03:47.170]President Carter, Young Money Democrat. Ugh.
[03:51.090]
[03:51.760]Now tell me how you love it
[03:53.240]You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..
[03:57.700]It's young money mother****er if you ain't runnin' wit
[04:00.870]it run from it mother****er alright
[04:03.320]Now somebody show some money in this b***h
[04:05.790]And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig..
[04:10.230]I got my gun in my boo purse
[04:12.390]And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..
[04:17.010]
[04:19.030]Yeah... We on... Young moola baby!
[04:28.630]

作词 : CARTER, DWAYNE/GRAHAM, AUBREY/JOHNSON, DANIEL
作曲 : D. Carter/A. Graham/D. Johnson
Right Above It
Lil Wayne
Now tell me how ya love it
You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it,
we on.. Cuz we on..
Who else really tryin' to **** with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with Marley G. bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh..
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same buildin', but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them b*****s find a pole
Plus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..
It's young money mother****er if you ain't runnin' wit
it run from it mother****er alright
Now somebody show some money in this b***h
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig..
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I'm in the buildin'
You just on the list of guest names
And all my riders do not give a ****: X-Games
Guns turn you boys into p***ies: shit change..
And I smoke til' I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the ****ing plane
Skinny pants and some vans
Call me Triple-A get my advance in advance, Amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Ugh. Wake up and smell the shit
You niggas can't see me, but never overlooked me
I'm on the paper trail there ain't no tellin' where it took me, yeah
And I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..
It's young money mother****er if you ain't runnin' wit
it run from it mother****er alright
Now somebody show some money in this b***h
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig..
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..
Ugh. how do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black women
I bet that b***h look better red
Limpin' off tour cuz I made more on my second leg
Mother****ing Birdman junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense.. Check the paw prints..
We in da buildin', you niggas in apparements
Ugh. N-now c'mon be my blood doner
My flow so nice you ain't even gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at?
From where did they gumbo at?
Came got the beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack
And you know me
I get on this b***h and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop I'm the heart of that
B***h nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat. Ugh.
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..
It's young money mother****er if you ain't runnin' wit
it run from it mother****er alright
Now somebody show some money in this b***h
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig..
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..
Yeah... We on... Young moola baby!