Pressure

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting And we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting, putting Pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em Okay, we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your misses Yeah, you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches, putting Pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] When we do this shit now, tell me, why is you competing? When I be that type of nigga that get money when I'm sleeping And when I'm farting and shitting I cop countries on the weekend So ambitious, my accountants cop continents when I'm eating for me Bussa Buss the most dominant, start retreating Beat the street up, shit be sounding remarkable When I'm speaking, homie Huge rechargeable batteries, bitch, I'm tweaking, only Short circuit electric chair voltages every feature Coly (*HIIIH*), like I'm short for breath, drowning in money rushes Fuck a blunt, bitch, I'm inhaling muffles and smoke from buses I defend my money like soldiers I come to punish Defence mechanism from infections, the way that Buss is Ain't no fucking around, I'm fronting, get it? As for getting this bread I'm like vomit, so disgusting with it Here's my other alias, don't forget it, call me snow-blower Blowing this bread like it's nothing with it [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting And we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting, putting Pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em Okay, we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your misses Yeah, you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches, putting Pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Okay, Weezy F Baby, man, I gotta put the pressure on 'em Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hester on 'em Right up on your girls lips, got my dick resting on 'em Soon as they woke up, it came and left it on 'em Swag with no effort on 'em, quicker than a leopard on 'em If he got beef, watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em No Spinderella, just plenty metal for any fellow Semi settle everything for me and everything for me Smoking on that G13 and everything funny 'Specially y'all bitch-ass niggas, kiss-ass niggas Blood gang 6 flags niggas, no rollercoaster Real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes hold the toasters Young Casanova, I bend their asses over She say my dick stronger than a six-pack of Cola Man, I'm so fly I got arachnophobia Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twice Hahaha [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting And we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting, putting Pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em Okay, we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your misses Yeah, you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches, putting Pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em We putting pressure on 'em