La La lyrics

[Intro]
(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 la, la-la-la, la

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, b*tch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean, but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
f*ck 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 Sunday after Saturday
I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket
Or Diego Corrales, n*gga, keep jabbin'
See, my style, it varies, like drugs in a alley
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, n*gga 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 n*gga, 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)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
n*gga I'm the sh*t, get the f*ck 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' (En-ended up ballin')
n*gga, I'm the sh*t, get the f*ck up out my toilet (Ah, ha)

[Verse 2: Brisco]
My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses (Hershey'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
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar
Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin'
He told me, "Sip this, and call me in the morning"
Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life, then, I got horny (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
n*gga I'm the sh*t, get the f*ck 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')
n*gga, I'm the sh*t, get the f*ck up out my toilet
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See I ain't goin' nowhere, b*tch, you know a n*gga been home, honey (Huh)
Money f*ckin' retarded, call it "Down Syndrome money" (Uh-huh)
My cake sick, sh*t, 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 b*tches call me Bling King, I sh*t when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over n*ggas, flawless and D-Class (Huh, uh)
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass (Uh-huh)
They movin' on a n*gga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready (Okay)
And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm di*kin' down Halle Berry (Uh-huh)
My money help me do things that you n*ggas can't believe
Like purchase purses, places, all them things that you can't conceive (Huh, uh-huh)
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet (Haha)
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Woah)
I hope you n*ggas know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper (Haha), n*ggas know I'm handlin' my biz (Okay)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
n*gga I'm the sh*t, get the f*ck 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' (En-ended up ballin')
n*gga, I'm the sh*t, get the f*ck up out my toilet