Lil Wayne feat. The Game & Birdman - Everything Red Lyrics
Hook -
(Everything Red) See red when i sleep
Got a red Lambo 22's on the feet
Catch a red eye private jet, Thats me
redrum for my dogs in the streets (Everything Red)
When you see me on the creep, Got a redbone chick in these red leather seats
When I get them to the house, we layin' on red sheets, take it off
Red Louis Vuitton's on the feet.
The Game -
Used to be a 40 ounce nigga, Standin on the corner, no more for the vodka
Now if you see 'em broke, Tell them holla
Wanna throw 'em a couple dollars
Follow me, on twitter, follow me in the streets
Be in my Tupac zone when i creep, and then im gone
Back on my gang shit, You know the chain sick
Throwin' up the rock, tryna figure out where Dame went
AYEEEEE, now pop champagne, Tell them hoes that im in this bitch with Lil Wayne
We got Young Money, We got old money, We got Jay-Z, Beyonce show money
We got Game with gifts and Keyshia Cole money
And we got haters, but thats better than no money
We got Taylor Swift and Sheryl Crow money
2010, We comin for your money
BIRDMAN -
pearl white bugatti, flash cash, flag on the tommy
Still a nigga bend then we outie, big money shit, been bout' it
See this gang blood, nigga gave me the game so I gave it to my blood (mula!)
fresh with the new fleet, all red YM / CMB (so priceless!)
Big money on the white sheets millhoward??? sleep, presidential sweets
AKs on the harley , Maserati, keep me a 40
In my bentley with the black mag, brand new porsche strap stashed
22 in my Benz JEEP, chopper long, on the back seat.
WAYNE -
Take the chopper out the trunk and go eastside with em
Split a nigga in 2 make the peace sign with em
Play with that pussy put the peace sign in it
Never thought I see a fucking free me sign nigga
Young Carter,Niggas know im blood
Bad red bone,Sitting in my tub
I ball harder,I dont need a sub
Break you bitchass off like a ticket stub
What it do? Ill show you what it does,And everybody know real B's dont buzz
Pull up in the drop,Drop her off where she was,And later on tonight im gonna forget who she was
Pimpin' ain't easy,Naw pimpin' ain't Weezy
Got too many bloods I could never be anemic
You know my motto,Put it in the air
And I fuck with The Game,Like a true player
Yeaa! No Homo...Yea!
