Where It At Songtext
von Lil Wayne

Street runners Bitch
Where you at?
I got it
Where you at?
I got it
Where you at?
I got it
Where you at?
I got it
All my bitches makin money. Where you at
In my Anaheim on my cherry red shirt
In my Anaheim on my cherry red shirt
In my Anaheim on my cherry red shirt
Young money bitch


Fuck Weezy baby. It′s young, super
Red on my head like a fucking pirate rooster
Fuck Weezy baby, it's young, super
Red on my head like a Fuck Weezy
Fuck Weezy baby, it′s young, super
Red on my head like a
Street runners bitch bitch
Fuck Weezy baby, it's young, super
Red on my head. Like a fucking rooster

I can put your ass on some shit that you ain't used to
Cause everything I used to
Do It′s new to you
I′m rollin like
I'm colder than you
I′m gonna need some therapy
I'll demolish every coupe
I ain′t afraid of scary You
And I roll every day. Fuck everyone, fuck every two
You ain't talkin shit if you ain′t talkin young money
And you can be a blood or you can be blooded
Took the jet to Cali
Me and Lil tryna find Terminator
He should be on the
Fence in that red hat
Five star courtside
Tell them Boomdizzle dunk on Shaq. Yeah
I'm just another with a gun license
Time is money and my time is priceless