Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Producer
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Look, the only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thing playa
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thing playa
Well I'm a seventeen feelin' got that Hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me, so I gotta go get it
You ain't coming 'round me, I got the hottest flow with it
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in your vision
Oh well I'ma get fed up one day
Put lead up in the cake, come and hit up where you stay
So baby momma betta get up out the way
'Cause the bullet got no heart, and the trigger man crazy
Little man, if a bigger man jumps through
Bet I'm in the hood with the buck and the truck looping
But if you ain't in them cuts on them bitches
I'ma park the black truck and knock your door off the hinges
Yes, Wheezy, baby, flow off the hinges
So off the temple, no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz coupe on throwback twenty-twos
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thing playa
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The only way we live it, is the only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thing playa
It's Wheezy F, baby, hand cocked, demand my cheese
F you, pay me, and I can't stop
Please, what, you crazy man? I'ma get it
Like the man on the chorus got my hands on the fortune
Blam at your porches, bang at your windows
Kidnap your neighbors, slaughter your kinfolks
And tell the cops I would murder the info'
And leave 'em on the precinct steps in a pillow
Boy, you wanna keep your bread, you better get low
I got ten left in that thing, so what it hit for?
Homie you ain't scaring nothing
Wheezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud
Ha, me and my Pa in the mud
Interior Maybach like what
This the Birdman and Birdman Junior
And he ain't gotta do it, his son'll do ya, BAH
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thang playa
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thang playa
Aye, homeboy you gotta know that avenue
Get off a bag or two are you just passing through
True, true, and we just passed the truth
Passing through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think your own brother's after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Don't let the boys in blue capture you
'Cause they got vigilante attitudes it's all crossed up
Boss man Wheezy get ya all touched up
Wayne flat you face like you run into a wall or something
It's cash money all or nothing
It's Wheezy F the reverend, call me Sunday
Amen, congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing new
And the choir know I come with money, and
Y'all know I'm Stunner's young, and like that people
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The only way we live it, only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thing playa
The only way we get it, only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the top, off the gang playa
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind all the time, do your thing playa
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, D. Carter
