Lil Wayne – Family Fued (Remix) (feat. Drake)

I want Arabian wealth
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
Then got the heck out that shit
I come direct with my shit
These chickens got bird flu
Your bitch sweating my squad
He aiming at diapers today
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
Six shit
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Wait, we all in the same suit
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Don’t get my credit declined
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
And we ain’t leaving the rake
The Angel and Lion are greats
I need some ownership if we pressing go
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
This for my people and BAE
You call her Stephanie
For real
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
More Life, no dying
I come correct with my shit
Alright I got it
Give all the credit to moms
I want my piece of the cake
Super Bowl goals
I put the dick in her spine
I am the fat boy to dessert
One of them go "boutta bing"
I want Arabian wealth
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
A blank check on your face
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
Talked to the sniper, he say
Always sung, never flew
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
I taught these hoes how to love
I took the jet way to Africa
You snakes come make me a belt
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place

On some step mama shit
And they chirp, chirp too
Popeyes Hey whats for dinner?
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
Here come the leaves, get the rake

Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
This for Cita and Nae
We made the cleaners escape
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
[Verse 1: Drake]
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
You playing with the right one today
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
The mansion came with the sprinklers
Now back to whipping the baby

I just hope there’s a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
Please get the sweat out her eye
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your flag is a white one today
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Although I bleeped in your face
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
It’s every baby for sale
I took the jet to Milan
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I took the jet to Dubai
Put some respect on my shit
I am the black god to the church
Inspiring to the youth
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
Damn, that’s some six shit
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Much as we do nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
I could care less about your squad
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
Young Angel, Young Lion
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse

Branches starting to shake
These boys hide girls too
The best thing left ’round this bitch
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
You playing with fire today
I don’t connect when I’m flying
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Hold up
I fucked the bitch in her prime
[Intro: Drake]
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
I got three sons of a gun
He in a whole different mode
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Dedication 6, of course
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
But this isn’t all about calling truce
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
You snakes come make me a belt
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
I flipped the bird at the bird
I am the landlord to the first
Stuck my neck out and shit
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
I just hope the weather is fine
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
Check me a right one today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
That’s some six shit
Them niggas keep me on safe
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
You wearing them tight ones today
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
My Karma making the news, nigga
It’s every man for themselves