Young Berg Ft. Lil' Wayne & Brisco Bitch Please Lyrics

[Lil Wayne: talking]
Ya betta. (Haha)
Young Money, Young Berg, Young Weezy, Brisco, let's go.

b____ please you ain't never met a n____ like me,
Stop lyin b____ please, b____ please and ya n____ ain't nuttin like me
Stop lyin n____ please, n____ please, my goons got guns on deck
Put ya picture on tease
Now say cheese, and you can die or live off IV's

Now let me get that hand clap (Yeah)
Lemme get that hand clap
I'm rich and black
I'm young and strapped
You could get yo man clapped
You could get yo clan clapped
You could get saram wrapped
Like "Where the van at?
We come and wake you up, where you laying at?
We dump yo body all where yo fam at
Like f___ that, like d___ that
Sit cha p____ a__ down if you can't stand that
I make yo shirt look like yo favorite color crayon ap
Going at these b____ n____s head like a stand back
Ain't s___ good and b____ n____ stand back
I ain't from St. Louis but you could get RAM SHACKED
Look into my eyes hoe
Look into my eyes hoe
And yeah I do numbers except 5-0
And I be with my soul we call him Brisco
And youngin got the beat poppin like Crisco
And Weezy got this s___ crackin like Nabisco
Brim low all I can see is my flow
What's up Chicago, what's up New Orleans
And if your strap squeeze
Tell em f___ n____ pleasee
n____ pleasee my goons got guns on deck
n____ D-I-E or live off IV's
That's why I am what the fy me

[Lil Wayne: talking while beat is still going]
Stop playin
b____ n____ you don't know what I got tucked in my pants
It go blam, it go bam
I'm sayin I'm saying, you playin
Put a Jacob in ya mouth boy and watch what the f___ you sayin
Do you know who the f___ I am?
b____ I'm the man
Now let me get that hand clap
Yeah, that hand clap hand clap
I'm sayin it's Young Berg Weezy Brisco
Too d___ hot, hot d___!