Ayy, Wayne (what up, pops?)
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true, right?
You feel me?
These niggas out here picking bullshit over money, nigga
But you know what, fuck a nigga
We gon' keep grinding this shoe box is full

The only way we get it, only way we know to get it (Carter, Carter)
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine nigga
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it (aha)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (I'ma do my thing, pops)
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it (my back off the wall this time, pussies)
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine, nigga (ayy, Stunna put like three mil' on the fuckin' case)
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it (I get in trouble for fuckin' over one of these niggas)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (fuck ya)

Well, I'm a 17 nigga, got that Hollygrove in me (uh-huh)
It ain't comin' to me, so I gotta go get it (uh-huh)
You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow, nigga (uh-huh)
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in your vision (uh-huh)
Oh well, I'ma get fed up one day (uh-huh)
Put lead up in a K, come and hit up where you stay so (uh-huh)
Baby momma better get up out the way (uh-huh)
'Cause the bullet got no heart and the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looping
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
I'ma park the fucking truck and knock your door off the hinges (well, let's go)
Yes, Weezy Baby flow off the hinges (yeah)
So off the temple, no pad or pencil (yeah, yeah)
Well, let me go back to what men do (yeah, yeah)
Throwback Benz coupe on throwback 22s, bitch (uh, Birdman, Birdman, nigga)

The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine, nigga
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it (aha)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (I'ma do my thing, pops)
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it (I ain't holdin' my nuts this time)
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine, nigga (I'm droppin' thirty pounds of nuts)
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it (on one of these faggot's heads, man, I swear, step up)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (fuck ya)

Weezy F. Baby hand cocked, demand my cheese (uh-huh)
Fuck you pay me and I can't stop, please (uh-huh)
What you crazy? Man, I'm a get it (uh-huh)
Like the man on the chorus, got my hands on a fortune (uh-huh)
Blam at your porches, bang at your window (come on, yeah)
Kidnap your neighbor, torture your kinfolks (yeah, yeah)
And tell the cops I murder the info' (bitch)
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggas wanna keep their breath, then tell 'em, "Get low" (get low)
I got ten left in the TEC so what they're here for (now what they here for)
Nigga, you ain't scarin' nothing, Weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub (yeah, yeah)
With my paws in the mud, yeah, me and my pa in the mud
Interior Maybach like what, bitch, nigga (like what, bitch, nigga)
It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to, his son'll shoot you, blaow

The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine, nigga
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (oh I'ma do my thing, pops, you cheer me, man)
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it (I ain't gonna hold my nuts though)
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine, nigga (I'm gonna drop my nuts on a bitch-ass nigga)
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it (my back off the wall, fucker)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (what you gonna do now, boy?)

Homeboy, you gotta know that avenue (uh-huh)
To get off a bag or two or you're just passing through (uh-huh)
True, true, and we just passed the truth (uh-huh)
Passing through the streets of the murder capital (uh-huh)
Where you think your own brothers after you (uh-huh)
So you ain't got no other brother after you (uh-huh)
Don't let the boys in blue capture you (uh-huh)
'Cause they got vigilante attitudes
It's all fucked up
Bossman Weezy, get y'all touched up
Gat blacked your face like you run into a wall or something
It's Cash Money, all or nothing
It's Lil Wayne the reverend, call me Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothin' (bitch)
And the choir know I come with money (bitch)
And y'all know I'm Stunna's young'n, like that, bitch (bitch)

The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine, nigga
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the 'caine, nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Byron Thomas, Dwayne Carter