Loyalty - Birdman, Lil Wayne

Uh, rain-snow, get my hustle on

Countin' cash every morning (Priceless)

Before I leave home, leave home

Family I love, don’t wanna live this world alone (yeah)

So before I leave home, leave home (Mula)

I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know (YMCMB)

Before I leave home, leave home

I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know (yeah)

Before I leave home

So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb

Just cooked up, left the kitchen full of birds, ya heard

That’s the word, you can get served

From the bullets to the keys is how we urge

To move on and groove and get the money straight

Flip another cake 27, 28

I got the tax on the bubble

The money in the hummer, we shine every summer

Yeah, so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down

Hood down, put it down, Uptown

Catch me rollin' in my Bentley

Tooled up, pussy wet bitch and I’m all in it

Uh, rain-snow, get my hustle on

Countin' cash every morning

Before I leave home, leave home

Family I love, don’t wanna live this world alone

So before I leave home, leave home

I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know

Before I leave home, leave home

I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know

Before I leave home

Uhh, sunshine like the brightest day

Momma do you remember the time, Michael J

When I seen the video, I said that’s gon' be me

And I ain’t have to dream, I made it my reality

Folks laughed at me, now everybody mad at me

I skipped class, and I shitted on the faculty

Young Money greedy, Cash Money greedy

Get it, I’m gon' eat it, never bite the hand that feeds me

Shout out Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby

Top back, South Beach, hoes drive me crazy

Watching out for fake shit, rats on some snake shit

Give me rats for my statements, I’m that amazing

Uh, rain-snow, get my hustle on

Countin' cash every morning

Before I leave home, leave home

Family I love, don’t wanna live this world alone

So before I leave home, leave home (yeah)

I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know

Before I leave home, leave home

I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know (Tunechi)

Before I leave home

Uh, on my way to get it

I’mma hustler, write it down, take a picture, bitch print it

Ducking the Lieutenant, stand on my pivot

The game ain’t sweet, but money make you forgive it

Uh, and nothing’s promised but a graveyard

Can’t see myself dyin' broke, Ray Charles

Yeah, now rock steady in this motherfucker

Paper come fast, Tom Petty in this motherfucker

Uh, now do a doughnut in the money

I’m on a paper-chase, but the paper ain’t runnin'

I fuck the world 'til it’s cummin'… here it comes

We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money