Song: Right Above It
Artist: Lil Wayne Featuring Drake
Right Above It is a song performed by American rapper Lil Wayne was debuted on Power 105 which appears as the first single off his eighth studio album, I Am Not a Human Being released officially on August 17, 2010 through Young Money, Cash Money and Universal Motown. The song features Canadian rapper Drake on the verse and was produced by Kane Beatz. Right Above It was written by Dwayne Carter, Aubrey Graham, Daniel Johnson, Andrew Canton has peaked at #6 on the US Billboard Hot 100, at #1 on the Hot Digital Songs chart and later certified 4× platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America for sales of 4 million equivalent units.
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Lil Wayne Ft Drake – Right Above It Lyrics
[Drake: Verse 1]
Who really tryna f-ck with Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley Gee, bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And ahhh My real friends never hearin’ from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get sh-t 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 building, 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-tches find the floor
Plus I just sipped and so this sh-t is movin’ kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go
[Lil Wayne]
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherf-cker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right
[Hook]
Now somebody show some money in this b-tch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b-tch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 2]
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I’m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a f-ck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into b-tches, sex change
And I smoke ’til I got chest pains
And you n-ggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women all possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the p-p-plane
Skinny pants top10mp3download.net and some Vans
Call me Triple 8, 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
Uh, wake up and smell the p-ssy
You n-ggas can’t see me, but never overlook me
I’m on the paper trail, it ain’t no tellin’ where it took me
Yeah, and I ain’t a killa, but don’t push me
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherf-cker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right
[Hook]
Now somebody show some money in this b-tch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b-tch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 3]
How do he say what’s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that b-tch look better red
Limpin’ off tour ’cause I made more off my second leg
Bird-bi-birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, n-ggas in apartments
N-now, c’mon, be my blood donor
Flow so nice, she ain’t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled out?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the f-ckin’ beat jumpin’ like a jumping jack
You know me, I get on this b-tch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I’m the heart of that, b-tch, nothin’ short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherf-cker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right
[Hook]
Now somebody show some money in this b-tch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b-tch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first
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