Lil Wayne, Brisco, Busta Rhymes - La La Lyrics

(David, David, David, David, David Banner)
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (uh)

Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the isle like the bride and her daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris
Hilton presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the sun, day after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy
Oscar De la Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga, keep jabbin'
See, my style it varies like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga, write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes, apparently
A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga, I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride (ow)

Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses, Hersey's
I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston
Oh, and did I mention, I'm fly like a pigeon (okay)
Higher than gas prices and Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart (huh)
The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar (yeah)
Weezy, I'm sick (sick) from all this tourin' (ha)
He told me "Sip this, then call me in the morning"
Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life (life), and then I got horny (haha)

Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch
You know a nigga been home, honey (huh)
Money fuckin' retarded, call it down syndrome money (uh-huh)
My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed "Sickle cell bread" (okay)
My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed (uh-huh)
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock (uh-huh)
These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class (huh, ha)
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass (uh-huh)
They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley ready (Okay)
And zoom in with them cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry (uh-huh)
My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe
Like purchase purses, places or them things that you can't conceive (huh, uh-huh)
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet (ha)
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (whoa)
I hope you niggas know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper (ha), niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (okay)

Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet