Artist: Birdman f/ Drake, Lil Wayne Album: Priceless Song: Money to Blow Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (Richer than the richest, mo' money bitches) [Drake - Intro] Yea..Coming to you live from... City of... (hehe) Houstatlantavegas (So what it do, young nigga? One hunnid...) [Drake - Verse 1ne] I am on a twenty-fo' hour, champagne diet Spillin while I'm sippin, I encourage you to try it I'm prol'ly just sayin that 'cause I don't have to buy it The club owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly shit I am, what everybody in my past, don't want me to be Guess what? I made it! I'm the muh'fuckin man, I just want you to see Come take a look, get a load of this nigga Quit frontin on me, don't come around and try come gas me up, I like runnin on E Iii, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit - +Goofy+ flow On records I'm Captain Hook and my new car is Rufio Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know Get to shakin somethin 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for Like leavin girls that love me and constantly seducin hoes I'm losin my thoughts I say, "DAMN, where my roof just go?" Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl I got 'em! [Chorus: Drake] They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em Since I got famous, but BEEITCH~! I got money to blow I'm gettin it in Lettin these bills fall all over your skin I got money to blow, OH-oh-oh, OH-oh-ohhhh Oh-OH-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh I got money to blow, OH-oh-oh, OH-oh-ohhh Oh-OH-oh-oh-oh, oh, I got money to blow [Birdman - Verse 2wo] Cash Money Millionaires... yeah! Yea, richer than the richest, we certified gettin it CM, YM, Cash Money bih'ness Higher than the ceilin, fly like a bird Hit the Gucci sto', and later get served ...We smoked out, with no roof on it Them people passin, so we smash on 'em Ballin out, we keep the cash on deck LAMBORGHINI AND THE BENTLEYS ON THE V-SET Louis lens iced up with the black diamonds Cartier, Ferrari the new Spider No lie, I'm higher than I ever been Born rich, born Uptown, born to win Fully loaded, automatic six Benz Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in Born hustlin, too big nigga to size me up Count stuntin, mo' money - BURN 'EM UP [Chorus] [Lil Wayne - Verse 3hree] When I get paid every twenty-fo', hours, money and the power Come to V.I.P. and get a champagne shower I don't have to worry because everythang ours and I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers That kush; I promise that's my dude but we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women, make you take a second look We poppin like champagne bottles but we never shook and we go be alright if we put Drake on every hook [Chorus]