Lyrics Hittas - lil wayne

Is it true you performed
With Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don't know, but I know I did perform at this
Bad ass bitch birthday party recently, she's crazy stupid thick

Mack in here
Pooh in here
Scoob in here with me

Tell them h- get they mind right
Tell them n- back up
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come

Tell 'em bring my car around
Tell 'em b- lap up
I'ma cut this music down
Tell 'em put they apps up
Tell 'em throw they pride out
Roll the windows back up
Money in the air, who say white men can't jump?

Catch that n- late night on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up
AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one

Tell 'em bring my car around
Tell 'em b- lap up
Then them h- get passed down
Then them h- get passed up
Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus
I'm stickin' to this sh-
You woulda better not hop yo' a- up

Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)

I got hittas woadie
Yeah, I got plenty woadie
And they just wait for the word
This sh- like Wheel of Fortune
Damn, these snitches nosy
Damn, these snitches nosy
N-, I'm a ass with that semi
Call me semicolon

Yeah, I got hittas woadie
Yeah, I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and kill yo' a- and leave the children snoring
I'm sippin' lean out a glass
Make me feel important
I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden
Yeah

Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

I got hittas, woadie
I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (plenty woadie)
I got hittas, woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie

I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics)
(Weezy, where you been? The people miss you)
Crickets
I got hittas and they not kidders
That's my n-
You got n- but they not hittas
They got jitters, they get hit up
I'm placin' figures on your n-
Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' n-
Don't make a difference

I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals
They armed and brutal
Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle
We draw conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers
We gon' need Google
I got paper, on top of paper
We gon' need rulers

I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual
My hittas hungry, Charleston Chew you
Bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas
Don't confuse 'em
We only hittas, y'all only humans
Don't get hit up, woadie
'Cause I got hittas woadie

He's a very smart child
And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'?
Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one
You know, he did
He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'
He's done been here before