Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loyalty , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Dont Crucify Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.09.2013
Record label: Nyc haze entertainment
Song language: English
Loyalty |
| [Chorus: Tyga] |
| Uh, gray snow in my house alarm |
| Countin cash every morning before I leave home (leave home) |
| Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone |
| And 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) |
| [Birdman:] |
| So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb |
| Just cooked up left the kitchen full of bird, 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 with a bitch and I'm all in it |
| [Chorus] |
| [Tyga:] |
| Uh, 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 |
| [Chorus] |
| [Lil Wayne:] |
| Uh, on my way to get it |
| I'm a hustla write it down take a picture bitch print it |
| Ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot |
| The game ain't sweet, but money make you forgive it |
| Uh, and nothings promised but a graveyard |
| Can't see myself dyin' broke, Ray Charles |
| Yea, now rock steady in this mutherfucker |
| Paper come fast Tom Petty in this mutherfucker |
| Uh, now do a doughnut in the money |
| I'm on a paperchase, but the paper ain't running |
| Now fuck the World till it's cummin, here it comes |
| We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money |
| [Chorus] |