When I Go

[Hook: x2]

No more lying friends

Mourning tragic ends

Know they do pretend

They won't go when I go

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]

Come on home biscuit for man's sake

No more fake hugs and handshakes

Stand straight

You sweeter than a pancake

Me, I'm tryin get that green like the landscape

That's for my team in region eight

See what I gotta say can't wait

I demand cake

Gotta eat, keep the family straight

They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah

Wayne's from a place called hollygrove

From the bottom of the globe

Area code 504

Be hero joe and I zero in

With the eagle when there be no him

Ion need no help

Ion need no homie

Ion need no buddy

Nigga I got money

Nigga I got heart to go along with the guns

Call me weezy f. baby

I be by myself when I come yeah

[Hook:]

No more lying friends

(yeah, yeah)

Mourning tragic ends

(ion need em, ion need em)

Know they do pretend

(ion love em, ion trust em)

They won't go when I go

(so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying friends

(with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends

(now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend

(and I'm a die alone, so alone I stand) they won't go when I go

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

(I feel you nigga)

Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it)

Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it)

Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop with two seats

Damn, what is it homes

You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of pamela andersons

Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my day one niggas ain't actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain't change I just came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga

Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll

Just tryna let you know it's bigger than the corner my dog

I ain't playin basketball, but I'm ballin for sure

Now back to the money

Catch me when I come off tour

Fuck em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]

The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into

Fuck you

Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool

Uh um, hold on the pistols

Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo

Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner

Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up

All in the strip club, never get a boner

Only get hard for doe, I'm homer, and you're a simpson and I'm a pimp son and she ain't comin to the crib til her friend come

We gettin money over here you need to get some

Out comes the cold steel for my income

[Juelz Santana]

Out comes the cold steel for my victims

Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em

Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman

Bad chick by my side, video vixen

Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson

Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15

That's about 15 thousand

I'm trickin zero on bitches

Zero

Zavosky crystals, great china wall

My money run longer than the great china wall

And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep

So keep plottin and prayin to get me

Come on