Everything Red

[Verse 1: The Game] Used to be a 40oz nigga Standin’ on the corner no money for the Vodka Now you see em' broke tell him holla, wanna throw him a couple dollars Follow me, on Twitter follow me in the streets Be on my 2Pac zone when I creep, and then I’m gone Back on my gang shit, you know the chain sick Throwin’ up the roc tryna to figure out where Dame went Aye now pop champagne Tell them hoes that I’m in this bitch with Lil Wayne We got Young Money, we got old money We got Jay-z, Beyonce show money We got Daniel Gibson and Keyshia Cole money And we got haters but that better than no money We got Taylor Swift and Sheryl Crow money 2010, we comin’ for your money [Chorus] See red when I sleep Got a red Lambo twenty two’s on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That’s me red room for my dogs in the street When you see me on the creep Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet [Verse 2: Birdman] Brrrat, Pearl white bugatti Flash cash flag on the top Spend a nigga band and we out, big money shit been ’bout See this game blood Nigga gave me the gang so I gave it to my bloods MULA, Fresh with the new fleet All red Y-M-C-M-B (so priceless) Big money on the white sheets Mil how we sleep, presidential suites A-K’s on the harley Maserati, keep me a farely And my Bentley with the black mag Brand new Porsche strap stashed Twenty two in my Benz jeep Chopper long on the back seat [Chorus] See red when I sleep Got a red Lambo twenty two’s on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That’s me red room for my dogs in the street When you see me on the creep Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Take the chopper out the trunk and go east-side with it Split a nigga in two, make a peace sign with him Play with the pussy, put the peace sign in it I never thought I’d see a fuckin’ free me sign nigga Young Carter, niggas know I’m blood Bad red bone sittin’ in my tub I ball hard I don’t need a sub Break yo bitch ass off like a ticket stub What it do, I’ll show you what it does And everybody knows real bees don’t buzz Pull up in the drop top off where she was And later on tonight I’m forget who she was Pimpin ain't easy, no pimpin’ ain’t Weezy Got too many bloods, I could never be anemic You know my motto, put it in the air And I fuck with the game, like a true player [Chorus] See red when I sleep Got a red lambo twenty two’s on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That’s me red room for my dogs in the street When you see me on the creep Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet [End]