Lyrics Loyalty - Birdman, Lil Wayne

Loyalty

Uh, rain-snow, get my hustle on
Countin' cash every morning (Priceless)
Before I leave home, leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna live this world alone (yeah)
So before I leave home, leave home (Mula)
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know (YMCMB)
Before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know (yeah)
Before I leave home
So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb
Just cooked up, left the kitchen full of birds, ya heard
That’s the word, you can get served
From the bullets to the keys is how we urge
To move on and groove and get the money straight
Flip another cake 27, 28
I got the tax on the bubble
The money in the hummer, we shine every summer
Yeah, so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down
Hood down, put it down, Uptown
Catch me rollin' in my Bentley
Tooled up, pussy wet bitch and I’m all in it
Uh, rain-snow, get my hustle on
Countin' cash every morning
Before I leave home, leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna live this world alone
So before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home
Uhh, sunshine like the brightest day
Momma do you remember the time, Michael J
When I seen the video, I said that’s gon' be me
And I ain’t have to dream, I made it my reality
Folks laughed at me, now everybody mad at me
I skipped class, and I shitted on the faculty
Young Money greedy, Cash Money greedy
Get it, I’m gon' eat it, never bite the hand that feeds me
Shout out Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby
Top back, South Beach, hoes drive me crazy
Watching out for fake shit, rats on some snake shit
Give me rats for my statements, I’m that amazing
Uh, rain-snow, get my hustle on
Countin' cash every morning
Before I leave home, leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna live this world alone
So before I leave home, leave home (yeah)
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know (Tunechi)
Before I leave home
Uh, on my way to get it
I’mma hustler, write it down, take a picture, bitch print it
Ducking the Lieutenant, stand on my pivot
The game ain’t sweet, but money make you forgive it
Uh, and nothing’s promised but a graveyard
Can’t see myself dyin' broke, Ray Charles
Yeah, now rock steady in this motherfucker
Paper come fast, Tom Petty in this motherfucker
Uh, now do a doughnut in the money
I’m on a paper-chase, but the paper ain’t runnin'
I fuck the world 'til it’s cummin'… here it comes
We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money