Álbum: Tha Carter V

Listado de Canciones

1. Believe Me5:37

   Letra

   [Hook - Drake:] I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Yeah, got some game from my day So she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me [Verse 1 - Drake:] Yea, rip, rip, rip It's been me and Young Tune off the rip That's the man that put me in this shit If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with? Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin' Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss Yeah, Stunna and Mack know When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back And I was snappin' off on every single track though Collect call from the boss like where we at though I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga" He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga Yeah [Hook - Drake] [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:] Lord knows I'll murder one of these niggas, yeah Uh, His and hers Ferraris, nigga One for me, one for my daughter, nigga Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga I told her 2-23, two Michael Jordans, nigga Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin' Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin' [Hook - Drake] [Verse 3 - Drake:] Had to get it poppin' off the rip Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip I had to get it poppin' off the rip I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6 Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'? We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff Well damn... just be happy for the man Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands Ink from the money got it all over my hands Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance V Live just took me for a cheque "Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt" Yes right now you are lookin' at the best Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that! [Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:] Mothafuck the rest When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck Niggas know what that mean like they deaf Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day On the job and the bitch overslept Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king Need a horn and a drumroll They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga I don't step on one rose I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach She look like she got a bun in the oven from me Preheat... believe me All you gotta do is pay me every week I had these bitches havin' babies every week I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets Gone (Believe me) [x3] [Drake:] Rip, rip, nigga
2. D'usse4:14
3. Krazy4:25

   Letra

   Tell me somethin' I don't know I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos These niggas slippin' like bar soap These niggas listenin', use Morse code Boy a nigga sippin' like parched throat Excuse me These niggas talkin' that beef shit We'll check into it like the room cheap And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that hoe shit Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with Kill everybody you close with, Just don't stick your nose in My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder And my eyesight a lil' blurry but It's stayin' on my quarter And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed Or get that bitch made over Tunechi [Hook:] You so cray, Tunechi You so cray, bitch I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi You so cray, bitch Tell me something I don't know, I'll tell you something I do know Like money drugs bitches guns, niggas call me mucho Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Juco We'll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don't get too close To that new nigga with my old hoes-kudos For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno I'm in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points A.K to your face, knock half off like coupons Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys Tell the cops we don't name drop that's like dropping newborns Nigga you crazy You so cray, Tunechi These hoes made Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven't seen And give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream And take me to where I've never been, but not to where I'll never be And I ain't never scared but I'm scared of me, me versus me I need a referee Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit clean To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine [Hook] Tell me something I don't know, like what happened to hard coke You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo I'm music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantage She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots I just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathic Nigga give me credit on my balance Lil Tunechi (And I bump my head when I stand up)
4. Grindin'5:07
5. Gotti4:42

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   C5, D-Block, LOX [The LOX:] Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest I'mma shoot em I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them 38's 45's, all type of Taurus' About to hit the bong pour the holy water in Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in Columbia with the connect putting the order in Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints Do your homework on whoever you go to war against I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting And yeah we all went through our phases We all went through our savings Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving And sometimes we had to be vegetables That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat I took the star out of starvation, bitch I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade Dropped out a nigga was getting paid This when Birdman had a fade This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch This when niggas called Diddy Puff Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body I can show you a dead body Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would've made cops Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy And get through customs cause last time we just took em I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin' And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got C5
6. Off Day5:00

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   [Lil Wayne:] She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake And she go each way, she need a teammate I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist I get my back scratched up she get her knees scraped Then she ride that dick, oh freeway And now them titties sittin' nice yeah I wanna bite that I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back Hold up, now we suckin' and fuckin' And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin' I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin' She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her Like wobble, we tonguin', we fuckin' We tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin' [Flow:] I got a bitch named Vanessa, she like how I finesse her I comfortable about her I put my pistol on her dresser Had a threesome with her sister They thought I was in to ask them Bust a nut then hit the bathroom Grab a towel and clean my mess up I be swaggin' on these hoes, I ain't laughin' with these hoes I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke Got some OG straight from Cali And some backwoods from the store Got a message from the Tune And he sent pictures of your home And we got groupies in the hallway Set that dick all on her body Bet theres roaches in my ash tray Bitches buggin' get the off spray Girl I fuck with you the long way Give me blow jobs on your off day Give me blow jobs on your off day Give me blow jobs on your off day [Lil Wayne:] Oh I, don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight She ate the dick like a mini mouse eat a cheese cake She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae I said, oh you got the touch, still I take precaution I told her I ain't know none of the stuff she been involved with I fuck her till shes exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting Then she get on her knees like b-b-beggin' my pardon That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand Pop that pussy like a price tag till' I white flag [Flow:] I like smokin' with my bitches so I pass the blunt to Brittney Bitches think that I'm a hot boy, I got dope dick bitch I'm B.G Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD Got a bitch up in the bed make it squirt then touch the TV Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it off a lip Thats why I fuck with her the long way Ate that pussy on the first date, give me BJ's on your off day Give me blow jobs on your off day [Lil Wayne:] And now we suckin' and fuckin' And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin' I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin' Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it, I fuck her We tonguin' and fuckin' and Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake And she go each way, she need a teammate I got a bad bitch at home that never debate Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate I got a big booty bitch that keep in peak shape I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped And then she surf that dick like a heatwave And now them titties sittin' right yeah, I wanna bite yeah I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass And now we suckin' and fuckin' And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin' I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin' Oh, she got that hoppta, hoppita, I love her, like wobble We tonguin' we fuckin', we tonguin' we fuckin', I'm comin' [Wayne and Flow:] Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day
7. Start a Fire3:55

   Letra

   [Christina Milian (Lil Wayne):] (Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it) (They just don't get it) (Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly) (And then she tell me) Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter Baby I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it) Lets start a fire, watch the entire World as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) Lets start a fire (Yeah, Mickey & Valerie) (Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde) (Thelma & Lil Weezy) [Lil Wayne:] I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China All we do is fuck all day, all mañana It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her Make her perspire sweat blood and crying Goodness gracious, great God almighty She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity They just don't get it [Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:] Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter Baby I'll be your gasoline And they just don't get it Lets start a fire, watch the entire World as it opens up in flames And they just don't get it Lets start a fire Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it They just don't get it Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly And then she tell me Lets start a fire [Lil Wayne:] Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire She ridin' me like a street car named desire Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her Clap that ass like the choir Oh, I run into my old thing I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame I threw water on that old flame, no more flames I'm so glad I'm out the dope game Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane Now that pussy is my domain I know they just don't get it [Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:] Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter Baby I'll be your gasoline Lets start a fire, watch the entire World as it opens up in flames And they just don't get it Lets start a fire They just don't get it See we already, we already did it And now we on fire, we on fire Its me and you Just don't get it, we already, we already did it And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl, and they just don't get it They just don't get it Baby I'll be your gasoline Fuck it, cause Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl And they just don't get it Fuck em', cause Mama I'm in love with a hot girl And they just don't get it Young Mula baby
8. The Life of Mr. Carter
9. Mona Lisa

   Letra

   [Kendrick Lamar:] I got a story to tell You know that I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved [Lil Wayne:] I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', poppin' bottles Gettin' drunk with these bitches Then when they leave they get followed Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your shit And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it I be with bitches that be with bitches That be with niggas with riches I tell her, "Get 'em," she say, "I got you" I say, "No, bitch, I say get him" And they so pretty, and their hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her titties Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs It's a stick-up, she scream like a victim Now you feelin' so silly I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh) Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh) You can get snaked, you can get faked Out by the bitch that you feelin' 'Cause you thought that she was an angel That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business You tell that bitch what you feelin' All of the beans you be spillin' To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit We break in your home and take the specifics And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes You'll only know that it's gone when you check it Then your first thought is to start second guessin' She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'" She say, "What's missin'? ", "How you know somethin' missin'?" He scratch his head, she say, "Get back in bed" And she gave him some head Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say-ooh I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles Gettin' drunk with these bitches Then when they leave they get followed I be with bitches that know the bitches That's with the niggas we followin' Get them on the line, stay two cars behind And tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!" Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care She handle the business and don't ever tell She bite the bullet and cough up the shells She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place!" And if he say yeah, then we meet him there She feed him lies with his silverware She don't want love, she just want her share I know a bitch named Liz This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears And then she tell me and I be all ears And then I go and tell my people and they already know him And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told ya" She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier" We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up Walk up to the door and right before he knock She open the door naked, she left it unlocked They started French kissin' so he didn't see moi And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch Music up loud with his head in the clouds Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around I ain't here to fuck around, caught you with' your pants down You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her She a good actress and you a dead actor You'll be dead after we get what we're after If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga But think for me, nigga Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga She slip somethin' in it, now think for me, nigga Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas Pussy got you out of character, nigga You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga Take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion We have your attention And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga Now she lookin' for her pantyhose, nigga We just lookin' for the casserole, nigga But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga Mona [Kendrick Lamar:] Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup And a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh Probably on a Internet blog In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow Mona Lisa Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it Make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God Poetry in a pear tree Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi Never gave two fuck, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'Bout a motherfuckin' double standard, acting Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone But you sucked this dick, that's just nasty Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!) You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!) Bitch, gimme your phone! (No!) Let me, let me take this call real quick (... lick me like a lollipop) He on your fuckin' ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews I don't know what the fuck lately got into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma Daycare after school and she never did charge her You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin' Goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy I'm killin' myself [Lil Wayne & Kendrick Lamar:] She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
10. Just Chill
11. Mute
12. Jump