Lil Wayne, Big Tymers & TQ – Way Of Life Lyrics

Way Of Life

Lil Wayne, Big Tymers & TQ

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"Way Of Life." - Lil Wayne, Big Tymers & TQ

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:18 am

Album: 500 Degreez

Track No: 03

Cash money
Cash money
Cash money
Cash money
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall wit my girlfriends, dish out ends
'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you go it
Copped baby girl what she desired
It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar
Knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup
That purple stuff
It was given to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups
Hey, hold on mami, them whips on dubs
Cadillac Truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Car show in New York, ya'll know who wins
The Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slant back Cup Truck, no rims, can't holla
It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets
It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon' change it
(I told y'all) Don't you know it's a way of life?
(I told y'all) Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no
Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoes
Royal blue jag on them 22's
Slip white to green, five hundred degrees
In that Cadillac truck on them 23's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these naked women that pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James
And if you know my name, then you know my game
It's Lil Whodi from the hot block with serious flow
Gotta get dough, 'cause y'all won't feel me broke
But y'all don't hear me though
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's
Word, rims pokin' out the side of the err
Glock have your ribs pokin' out the side of your shirt
I'm a 17, ****, and I ride through the turf
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know it's a way of life?
(I told y'all) Mama, don't you want it?
'Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no
Hey, and my pinky glow 'cause my ring is so
Blingy blingy, yo, stop blinkin' though
We smoke stinky stinky 'dro
And we don't cop them incy wincy O's
And we don't stop, nah, we blow
Fuck the people
Everywhere we go, we smell like ick, yo
Bird man, my paw, so that make me go
Fly like an eagle, fasheezy
See, they think 'cause I stay an english turn
That stunna don't ever OZ to burn
I go in Eastover and ball like a dog
Me and my nigs ball like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on the lawn
Ice in my teeth, all on my arm
Tats in my face, my back and my arm
Tats in my face, my back and my arm
Baby, I'm a stunna
(I told y'all) I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know it's a way of life?
Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Lil Wayne, Byron Thomas, Francine Vicki Golde, Duane S. Hitchings, Dennis Lambert & Dennis Edwards.

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