The Carter

I told her to go get my name tattooed on her back so I feel good when Im hittin it from the back" !!!

Cash-Money the label of dreams,
I'd sell my soul for the paper and the cream,
Hope Weezy get's out soon, Wishing like a Feen,
real recognize my words like a wasp how over and over
My tracks wil always sting.
I do like drake cus he raps and he sings,
Fuck your pride, satan shotguns when I ride,
Fuck the .45, I put my fist to your grill then you die,
I want this paper, Crucifie my Hater's,Tell your Bitch my dicks candy suck it now or later.
For The Love Of Carter... @whetta