[Intro]   Rubbing’ on that Italian leather   Dem’ Konvict jeans on!   Ay yo Weezy! You Ready?   Yeah!      [Chorus]   I get it in ‘till sunrise   Doing 90 in a 65   Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh”   Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid   Number one hustla get'n money   Why you wanna count my money?   I’ma hustla don’t need nan one o' ya'll ya see?   I‘m so paid      [Verse 1]   I see police on the crooked I   Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95   My shawty leanin’ blasting that Do or Die   Pushin’ that motherf**kin’ wood cuz we certified   Got a system that’ll beat and knock your wall off   Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off   Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off   I’m a sniper sitting on the roof already saw y’all   It ain’t too much to put a strain on me   That’s the reason why I had to put the blame on me   I rather have them dollar bills rain on me   Then let them haters come and make the name off me   That’s why…      [Chorus]   I get it in ‘till sunrise   Doing 90 in a 65   Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh”   Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid   Number one hustla get'n money   Why do you wanna count my money?   I’ma hustla don’t need nan one o' ya'll ya see?   I‘m so paid      [Verse 2]   I am the boss it only takes one call   For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that’s all   Guess what I won’t be taking that fall   Homie I got cake that’s what I’m paying them for (aha!)   Ain’t that funny?   Cuz niggas want war but ain’t got money   Cuz I’ve seen them all talking ‘till they start gunnin’   Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running   Yeah! Akon! Weezy!   Block oil holdin’ down Jersey   Devine making sure we gettin’ it up front   My little brother Boo got that vision baby!      [Chorus]   I get it in ‘till sunrise   Doing 90 in a 65   Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh”   Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid   Number one hustla get'n money   Why do you wanna count my money?   I’ma hustla don’t need nan one o' ya'll ya see?   I‘m so paid      [Lil Wayne – Verse 3]   Oh-oh,   Big money Weezy   White wife beater with the sig underneath it   How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated   Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct   Yea!   I’m ballin’ we ball out   Thoughts of we fallin' until the ball bounce   I send some niggas with guns at y’all house   Only to find out you live in a doll house   Damn!   But I thought you was tough though   We carry choppers on our necks   Call it cut throat   We, bury cowards on the set that they come from   We know magic,   Turn weed smoke to gun smoke   We, ball first when we ride   You, in a hearse when you ride (Ay-yay)   I put my shoe down baby   And I’m holding down Young Moolah baby!   That’s why…      [Chorus]   I get it in ‘till sunrise   Doing 90 in a 65   Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh”   Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid   Number one hustla get'n money   Why do you wanna count my money?   I’ma hustla don’t need nan one o' ya'll ya see?   I‘m so paid