La, la la la, la, la la la la

[4x]

[Lil wayne]

(Uh!)

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 get dirty like harry

Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries

Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like paris

Hilton presidential suite already

I'm richer than nicole and I'm a lion like her daddy

I'm am hotter than the sunday after saturday

I swear I'm a savage like lil webbie and randy

Oscar de la hoya, box you 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]

Ow, 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 [x2]

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

[Brisco]

My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious

The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss

Hershee's,... I'm hyphee, thump it like a piston

And when I'm in detroit I be ballin like a piston

Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon

Higher than gas prices, you las vegas trickin

I'm 9 under par in the bentley golf cart

Your polo be cream but the prada's caviar (yeah!)

Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin

You told me (sip this) then call me in the morning (yeah)

And I vow I never trust another one (another woman)

In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)

[Chorus]

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 [x2]

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

[Busta rhymes]

See I ain't goin no where bitch

You know a nigga been home honey

Money fuckin retarded, call it down syndrome money

My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain

The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed

Like a mattress from sing-sing or way down to comstock

These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop

And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in d-class

Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass

They movin on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready?

And zoom in with the cameras like I'm dickin' down halle berry

My money help me do things that you nigga's 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

I hope you nigga's know just what it is

While I'm countin my paper nigga's know I'm handlin my biz

[Chorus]

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 [x2]

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet