Released: November 14, 2008
Featuring: Gudda Gudda Tyga
Songwriter: Lil Wayne Tyga Gudda Gudda
Producer: Drumma Boy
[Verse 1: Tyga]
I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash
Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand
This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class
Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz
Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams
And I was just a boy like killer cam
But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt
Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp
But it gets worse, how would you feel
Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk
After I'm all working your girlfriend purse
Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha?
Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying
Guess not, bet not they won't near us
Fear us, Y.M squadron
Young bloods
Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above
Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club
While you getting bub, I'm getting pub
These songs I mean, these songs be mean
Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities
I got the holy spirit, but no father son
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe
No roof while I'm shitting on em
Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for
I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up
Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura
Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something
You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son
Young nigga, got my money running like Barry
Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary
Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g
Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G
All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n
All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Dedication 3
I feel like these mothafuckas better know we next
I will like but never love them H-O-E-S
I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix
I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch
I'm on my so mean shit, you don't know me bitch
I do it for those who done it before me bitch
My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch
And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece bitch
Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all
I'm a kill em all, murder them pussy hoes
I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll
Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee
And numbers don't lie, yeah
Yea better hope your math is right
We take your body for a sacrifice
You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife
I put on for them bitches, on, on for them bitches
I put on for them bitches, on, on
I put on for them bitches, on, on
I put on Onnnnn
I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash
Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand
This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class
Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz
Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams
And I was just a boy like killer cam
But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt
Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp
But it gets worse, how would you feel
Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk
After I'm all working your girlfriend purse
Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha?
Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying
Guess not, bet not they won't near us
Fear us, Y.M squadron
Young bloods
Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above
Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club
While you getting bub, I'm getting pub
These songs I mean, these songs be mean
Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities
I got the holy spirit, but no father son
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe
No roof while I'm shitting on em
Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for
I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up
Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura
Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something
You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son
Young nigga, got my money running like Barry
Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary
Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g
Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G
All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n
All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Dedication 3
I feel like these mothafuckas better know we next
I will like but never love them H-O-E-S
I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix
I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch
I'm on my so mean shit, you don't know me bitch
I do it for those who done it before me bitch
My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch
And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece bitch
Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all
I'm a kill em all, murder them pussy hoes
I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll
Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee
And numbers don't lie, yeah
Yea better hope your math is right
We take your body for a sacrifice
You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife
I put on for them bitches, on, on for them bitches
I put on for them bitches, on, on
I put on for them bitches, on, on
I put on Onnnnn
more tracks from the album
Dedication 3
- My Weezy
- I Got That Gangsta
- That Was Easy!
- Dedicated
- A Message to the DJs
- Do’s & Don’ts Of Young Money
- Dedication 4??????????
- You Love Me, I Hate You
- What Else Is There to Do
- Welcome Back
- Whoever You Like
- Put On for the Game
- She’s a Ryder
- Stuntin’
- Ain’t I
- Magic
- Dedication 3
- The Other Side
- Still I Rise
- Dick Pleaser
- Get Bizzy
- Bang Bang
- A Dedication (D3)
From the album
- Dedication 3 (2008)