La La (feat. Brisco & Busta Rhymes)

Sitting in a Caddy

White like Betty

Floating 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 we get dirty like Harry

Flyer than blue birds, 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 am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday

I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Web and Randy

Oscar De La Hoya

Box ya like a casket

Or Diego Coralles

****, keep jabbing

See, my style it varies

Like drugs in a alley

My leather so soft

My paint prettier than Halle

Wittier than comedy

****, write a parody

But I ain't telling jokes, apparently

A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye

You hurt her, you kill me and, ****, I ain't 'bout to die

See ya'll are at ground, and my daughter is my sky

I swear I look in her face and I just wanna break out and fly

Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry

I'm richer than all ya'll

I got a bank full of pride

Ow!

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

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

Started with my girlfriend

Ended with her homies

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

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

My paint Bubblicious

Your motor so vicious

The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses

Hershey's, I'm hyping, something like a piston

And when I'm in Detroit, I be balling like a Piston

Oh, and did I mention

I'm fly like a pigeon?

Higher than gas prices

You Las Vegas tricking

I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart

The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar

Yeah, Weezy I'm sick from all this touring

You told me sip this then call me in the morning

Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman

In my life, then I got horny

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

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

Started with my girlfriend

Ended with her homies

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

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

See I ain't going nowhere bitch, you know a **** been home, honey

Money fucking retarded, call it 'Down syndrome money'

My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed 'sickle cell bread'

My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed

Like a mattress from Sing Sing or way down in Comstock

These bitches call me Bling King

I shit when the bomb drop

And sprinkle diamonds all over ****, flawless and D-class

Then twinkle like a shine

Just like a sparkle from clean glass

They moving on a **** as I'm walking the valley ready

And zooming with the cameras like I'm dicking down Halle Berry

My money help me do things that you **** can't believe

Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive

Like interacting with women the caliber of Janet

I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet

Whoa!

I hope you **** know just what it is

While I'm counting my paper

**** know I'm handling my biz

Okay

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

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

Started with my girlfriend

Ended with her homies

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

Started out hustling

Ended up balling

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