Lil Wayne & Drake – Right Above It (feat. Drake) Lyrics

Right Above It

Lil Wayne & Drake (feat. Drake)

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"Right Above It." - Lil Wayne & Drake (feat. Drake)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:39 pm

Album: I Am Not a Human Being

Track No: 07

Kane is in the building
Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only Heaven's right above it, we on
'Cause we on
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Marley G, bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days, all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the buildin', you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke till I got chest pains
And you **** know I rep my gang like Jessie James
Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Ugh, wake up and smell the pussy
You **** can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, and ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
Ugh, how do you say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the buildin', you **** in apartments
Uh, now-now c'mon, be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at?
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack
And you know me
I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that
****, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
Uh, now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
And I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
We on
Young Mula, Young Mula, baby

Writer(s): D. Carter, Aubrey Drake Graham & D. Johnson.

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