[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Sittin' in a Caddy, right like Betty,
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy,
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict,
Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic.
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy,
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry.
Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries,
Fuck we, I'm all about me like Paris,
Hilton presidential suite already,
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy.
I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday,
I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy.
Oscar de la Hoya, box ya like a casket,
Or Diego Coralles, nigga, keep jabbin',
See, my style it varies, like drugs in an alley,
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle.
Wittier than comedy, nigga, write a parody,
But I ain't tellin' jokes… apparently.
A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye,
You hurt her, you kill me, and, nigga, I ain't 'bout to die.
See, y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky,
I swear, I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly,
Four tears in my face, and you ain't never heard me cry!
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride.
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet!
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies,
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet!
[Verse 2: Brisco]
My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious,
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses, Hersey's.
I'm hyphy, something like a piston,
And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston.
Oh, and did I mention, I'm fly like a pigeon,
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin',
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart,
The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar.
Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin',
You told me, “Sip this, then call me in the morning.”
And I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life, and then I got horny.
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet!
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies,
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet!
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See, I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch,
You know a nigga been home, honey,
Money fuckin' retarded, call it down syndrome money.
My case sick, shit, they diagnose sickle cell bread,
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed,
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock.
These bitches call me Bling King, I shit when the bomb drop,
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class,
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass.
They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready?
And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry.
My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe,
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive,
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet,
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet. Whoa!
I hope you niggas know just what it is,
While I'm countin' my paper, niggas know I'm handlin' my biz.
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet!
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies,
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin',
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet!