[Intro - DJ Khaled]
Aye yo Birdman, we been here before
This the G-mix, this the "Always Strapped" remix
Believe that, whoa
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Always strapped, when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hug
And since I'm paid
Niggas be mugging me, you know I mug them back
Niggas be mugging me, you know I mug them back
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Twenty six inches, remix killer
Weezy F. the God, yeah Godzilla
I'm on that Bob Marley, I'm in a Ferrari
I mean a Ferrari, my flow is so fiery
I'm hotter than the sun, just call me Amar'e
I am so Iraq, what you know about it?
Young Money baby, Baby co-signed it
Young Money Cash Money, we are so giant
G4 flying, we are so private
Mile High Club, I need a co-pilot
What it do Stunna? Yeah your son it grown
Kick your feet up and I'ma bring the money home
Birdman Jr., mind that bird
Always strapped, combat first
Never back down, I lay you back down
Always strapped up, never put the strap down
Ha-ha
Young Moula baby!
[Chorus] X2
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy
CMB, Weezy, Birdman, Ross
Purple car, purple green, white work, polyurethane
That girl brain got a I.Q.
Her daddy in the chain gang claim Pyru
She want to look at me, I want to look at her
I roll with Cash Money, go ahead and look it up
Only the best grade, time to light it up
Spend a night with me baby, you could write a book
I influence so many, G5's, I done flew in so many
We so hot, so it's so finished
We globe trot, onto more business
Two stepping in my Chucks, always strapped, you know what's up
Triple C, you know that's us, CMB, you know what's up
[Chorus] X2
[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
So good, you could smell it through the roof
Getting money, throw your hood out the roof
Right now nigga!
You know it ain't a remix without the Band Man
Flyest nigga in the club, he got on his ban bans
Why you call them ban bans?
Because they got them bands in it
Would of called them gram bags if it had them grams in it
You leave nothing at the crib, I got it all on
And I ain't leave nothing off, I got it all on
Say I'm trying to be rude, niggas ain't shit
They just trying to be dude, niggas ain't this
Pull up in something so stupid, like "what you think?"
Damn shades so dark, I can't even blink
Left the streets with bad habits, I can't spill my drink
Fuck around and have a flashback, I might need a sink
I get it in, I go hard, ask my old broad
Fuck cash, straight credit, that's my Gold Card
Always black, I'm in black always
Always strapped, yeah I'm strapped always
[Chorus] X2
[Verse 4 - Birdman]
Pull the Bugatti up
But I still got my tool
Yeah
Yeah
Everyday homicide riding with the jewels
AR-15, everywhere we move
Brand new shoes, money out the roof
Hard body, hard top, candy on the coupe
Cash Money is a dream, weigh triple beams
Grand dope fiends, living like high beams
Everyday hustle, got my hood online
Donuts full of hundreds, big money going to shine
Uptown soldier, five star G
Ten ki's on your feet, nigga sleeping where you sleep
Like father like son, two chrome .9's
Same bloodline, hustle all the time
Fly in the ride, G4 high
When I'm in the A, I'm high in the sky
One hundred
[Chorus] X2
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