Lil Wayne

American rapper, singer and songwriter (born 1982)

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. At the age of 9, Carter joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label. His most successful album, Tha Carter III, was released in 2008 and sold over one million copies in the U.S. in its first week of release. It included the number-one single "Lollipop" and won the Grammy Award for Best Rap Album.[1]

I'm rare, like Mister Clean with hair. No brake lights on my car rear.
I could get your brains for a bargain, like I bought it from Target cuz dis how I roll yo.
Hip hop is my supermarket; shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists.
Hillary is shit nigga but so is trump

Quotes edit

1990s edit

  • Now, after you back it up? Then stop.
    • "Back That Azz Up" (
    • 100000s

Tha Carter II (2018) edit

  • Fresh out the bank, it's the Birdman Junior, money too long. Teachers, put away your rulers.
    • Fireman, written with Bigram Zayas and Matthew DelGiorno.

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Hit me Right in the sternum this time, T baby You already know You already know You already know Damn This that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music So ride to it y'all Vibe to it y'all Damn

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] God Damn Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one I'mma paint the city red with this one I'm ahead with this one See you fucking with the boy who tote toys Way before Christmas No assistance, just That persistence, with That commitment, if I don't get it somebody gon die tonight I know my vibe is tight And I deserve the throne And if the kid ain't right Then let me die on this song See I be riding, just riding alone With my daddy on my mind Like you gotta be kidding How the hell you ain't here To see ya prince do his thing Sometimes I wanna drop a tear But no emotions from a king Shall be, so I be who I be That's me, that's Weezy F Baby And please say the Motherfucking So I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby And please say the Motherfucking

[Hook: Lil Wayne] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Money is the motivation Facing the avenue Back touching the wall Got the weed, got the gun Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Damn) Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off You know me, they call me Birdman Jr Anybody-murderer if Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth I'm like; what it do, what it do There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two If I'm open for the three, I'mma take it in a second Even if there's one second, I'mma make it, it's nothing I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing I take it for what it's worth To the dirt motherfucker Yeah

[Hook: Lil Wayne] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise And I promise if you try me He gon' have to rewind this track And make me go back That thing'll go rrratt That boy will lay flat, so flat That act Is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating Black Peter Pan, fly til I die, what you saying Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba Streets reply I look right in a four-seater You know I be out here, right in a four-seater Top floor of the Four Feasons, four of them whores And they all know how to cook it up, and look I got some And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothing Now get your hustle up

[Hook: Lil Wayne] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So bitch, why the fuck is you trippin' I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So bitch, why the fuck is you trippin' I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord

[Outro: Lil Wayne] Man, man This be that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music y'all So ride to it y'all And vibe to it y'all I'm asking y'all, please, please Young Weezy got that hustler music Young Weezy got that mothafucking hustler music Ride to it y'all Vibe to it y'all Vibe to it y'all Shhyea, shh, woo It's trill shit man, it's real talk man It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it Ayy, it's trill shit man, it's real talk boy It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is Better guard your kids, guard your face Better guard your body, we warned the place We here Fuck bitches It's Young Money, nigga

Tha Carter III (2008) edit

  • A millionaire! I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair. My criteria, compared to your career? Just isn't fair.
  • Bitch, I'm the bomb. Like, tick-tick.
    • "Got Money", written with Faheem Najm, Juan Salinas, and Oscar Salinas
  • I could get your brains for a bargain, like I bought it from Target. Hip hop is my supermarket; shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists.
    • "Phone Home"

2010s edit

Tha Carter IV (2011) edit

  • I pay these niggas with a reality check
  • And the weed loud, like a lion's roar.
  • Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus.
    • Intro
  • Real nigga, nigga proud of what I am
    • Intro
  • Knock me I'll knock your face of, life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones.
    • Intro
  • Imma, blunt blowin, polo draws showin, I don't give a lovely mothafuck ass nigga.
  • If time is money, I'm an hour past paid.
    • Blunt Blowin
  • All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
    • Blunt Blowin
  • Stunta I got em' I’m back on them bitches!
    • Blunt Blowin
  • They say we learn from mistakes, that’s why they mistake me.
    • Blunt Blowin
  • Tranquilizer in tha trunk put yo ass to sleep man, Birdman Junior got the world in my wingspan.
    • MegaMan, written with Orville Mcwhinney
  • How you niggas want it? have it yo way burger king.
    • MegaMan

I am not a Human Being II (2013) edit

  • Fuck ya'll with a sick dick semiautomatic no click click.
    • My Homies Still Feat Big Sean

Official Mix tapes edit

Dedication 2 (2006) edit

  • Wayne's getting money like Damon & Keenan. Try and take it from me and I'm aiming and beaming. Banging and leaving. Stains on the cement.
    • They Still Like Me
  • Money on my mind, Money money on my mental.
    • Get 'Em
  • Awaited on my turn to burn can I get a light? Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, little Mike.
    • SportsCenter
  • Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking.
    • Weezy's Ambitionz
  • I don't even write. Pause, un-pause this. So keep your bitch ass lines, inside the margin.
    • Weezy's Ambitionz

[Intro] You catch my girl legs open, betta smash that Don't be surprised if she asked where the cash at

[Hook x2] Where the where the cash at, where the cash at Where the where the cash at, where the cash at Where the where the cash at, where the cash at Don't be surprised if she asked where the cash at

[Verse 1: Currency] Bitches come a dime a dozen I fuck them sisters cousins It's a revolvin' door, pussy goin', pussy comin' And when they go to you it's come back to me with money I tell her put them shoes on and keep my paper runnin' I put my mack down, just like a g supposed to And if she don't come home wit it then she sleepin' ova I got em creepin' over we doin' dinner soda I like the Ameries you can have them Omarosas Them niggas down below us, baby we up and over I'm tryin' to get inside that thing that sit between ya shoulders I'm talkin' large totals, I'm talkin' large motives I'm talkin' burnin' rubber, that melted parelli odor I'm hoppin' out a Lotus, you lookin' at my bitch? You wanna holla, you can holla take her on a trip But when the deed done, you gotta send her back


[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front Got purp in the dutch, got purp in the cup I tell her, "Get your money ho or just stop breathin'" Cause if it ain't about that dough it ain't about me neither See a gangsta like myself I get that paper and pussy Then at once I make that pussy bring that paper straight to me Bitch, you lookin' at a real pimp ask my old hoes And they'll tell ya no remote, I control hoes I'm a hold on give ya that game mama If he ain't payin' then he shouldn't be playin', I'm sayin' Broke niggas only make jokes nigga I make more then I can fit in this quote nigga Unquote come sun-soak with me bitch Fly you down here and put you on some south beach shit And if you smile at my bitch, I'll make her smile back


[Verse 3: Remy Ma] See that other chick asked that, she said, "Where the cash at?" Rem said, "Where the paper, plastic, product, and where the stash at? Where the keys to the whip and crib and where the address at?" That bitch that be hidin shit in her ass crack Niggas don't fuckin' call me baby like I'm related to Weezy Some of 'em call me swag, none of them call me easy I got done fuckin' a man now this bird is callin' me screamin' Chicken wait, bitches I be fryin' they just call me greasy See I know he gotta main but I'm cool bein' the other one Cause he can't get tight, when he hear I pimped anotha one

[Intro] This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this:

Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)

[Verse 1] Now This song is dedicated to the one with the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue So called beef with you-know-who Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops Look at the bullshit we been through Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush Then they telling y'all lies on the news The white people smiling like everything cool But I know people that died in that pool I know people that died in them schools Now what is the survivor to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's really going on Make it look like a lotta stealing going on Boy them cops is killas in my home Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady? Why wasn't they able to control this? I know some folk that live by the levy That keep on telling me they heard explosions Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965: I ain't too young to know this That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush

[Hook] We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!

[Verse 2] Now I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map New Orleans baby, now the White House hating Trying to wash us away like we not on the map Wait, have you heard the latest They saying that you gotta have paper if you trying to come back Niggas thinking it's a wrap See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia) Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it And the children have been scarred, no ones here to care bout 'em And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm, fuck President (Georgia) Bush See us in ya city man, give us a pound Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah!


[Verse 3] Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes) Yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit 900 to a grand, get you 28 grams If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom" Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me 50 thousand on the cross, trying keep the reaper off me I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing And I don't even write, pause Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin' Mike Jordan, pardon my swag But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin' Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And bring me that Patron, I don't play No ice I like my drink straight, not gay And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes Price rising for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse

Da Drought 3 (2007) edit

  • They cannot see me, they are like Stevie.
    • Upgrade
  • Big stacks, my pockets on creatine.
    • Upgrade
  • I'm so motherfucking high I could eat a star.
    • Upgrade
  • Top peeled back like the skin of a potato.
    • Upgrade
  • Seat way back listening to Anita Baker, Riding by myself smoking weed by the acre.
    • Upgrade
  • Leave it to the flow we gettin' dough like a bakery, I don't really want to but these niggas makin' me, Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leafs, That’s a hockey team and I ain’t on no hockey team
    • Upgrade
  • Ridin drop top in the winter with the heat on
    • Upgrade
  • Money gives me life like a man with a gavel.
    • King Kong
  • I’m strapped at home, strapped when I travel I pop my trunk and make these bitches spread like cattle.
    • King Kong
  • The judge is a bitch,the jury suck dick,I'm a east side Blood and I don't smoke that Crip.
    • Back on My Grizzy
  • Carter in the office,Take notes when I'm talkin',Smooth as a cruise boat floats when I'm walkin'.
    • Back on My Grizzy

The Leak (2007) edit

  • I know the game is crazy. It's more crazy then it’s ever been. I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline.
  • The only time I'll wear depend is when I'm 70 years old. That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself, 'cuz I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else.
    • I'm Me
  • Un-fuckin-believable! Lil' Wayne's the president. Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate!
    • I'm Me
  • Yo, money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses, and I will take on that shit as the Lord is my witness! And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished. So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen.
    • I'm Me
  • Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, 'book 'em Danny!'
    • I'm Me
  • I'm running this, and I can jump the hurdles. I feel like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles. I keep a bandanna like the Ninja Turtles. I'm like a turtle when I sip the purple.
    • Kush
  • Buck 60 on the dash, Imma to do two. Captain Crunch these niggas is Froot Loop. That's why your girl wanna fuck me and my group too. And Imma make her back it up like shoop shoop. I'm the Birdman Junior I gotta do Coups. I hop out that mother fucker hollering 'Soo Woo!'
    • Kush
  • All this ice got me feelin like a polar bear.
    • Kush
  • Misunderstood ain’t got to be explained but you don’t understand me so let me explain, stood in the heat the flame the snow, please slow down hurricane, the wind blows my dreads swang, he had hair like wool like Wayne uhh, droppin ashes in da bible I shake them out and they fall on da rifle, scary hale Mary no tale fairy all really very extraordinary.
    • Misunderstood/Don't Get It

No Ceilings (2009) edit

  • Weezy F. Baby, the F is for forensics.
    • Wasted
  • From start to finish, the same Wayne, okay you doin yo thang, but thangs change.
    • Wasted
  • It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest, we done put them other niggas on a hiatus.
    • Wasted
  • Hollygrove shit I'm on my Hollygrove shit, lookin for a bad bitch I give her dinosaur dick.
    • Break Up
  • Back in this bitch but a lot more rich, on my poppa bear shit, need hot porridge.
    • Watch My Shoes
  • Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland.
    • Watch My Shoes
  • Hammer in the Louie Duff, take a nigga bitch, she gave me brain till I knew enough.
    • Oh Let’s Do It
  • Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO Fuck, prison in February and I ain't in no rush.
    • Oh Let’s Do It
  • Take a nigga bitch she ride my dick like she's cycling. Now she can’t walk, run, or jump like white men.
    • Oh Let’s Do It
  • Versatile as fuck I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome.
    • Oh Let’s Do It

Sorry 4 the Wait (2011) edit

  • Out on bail work on the scale, put some change on your head, boy you on sale
    • Tunechi's back
  • All black fo' fo' do you want foplay?
    • Grove Street Party
  • Ain't nobody fuckin with me, first degree murder you can get your degree muthafucka
    • Sorry 4 tha wait

Dedication 4 (2012) edit

  • Uh, bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
    She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
  • It's YMCMB the fuckin alpha and omega
    The Presidential Double R I call it Ronald Reagan
    • So Dedicated
  • I beg your pardon I egg your noggin got nina up in my glove compartment.
    I'm Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzi's
    • Same Damn Tune
  • Choppa knock yo face off, black shades Ray Charles
    I got bars nigga and it's happy hour
    • Cashed Out
  • Tunchi in this bitch everybody should be worried
    It's okay if you turn up just don't turn off my lightyears
    • No Worries Feat Detail
  • I threw some bad bitches on my private jet, if they don't wanna fuck give em parachutes
    • Mercy Feat Nicki Manaj

Interviews edit

  • The bad news is I’m an epileptic. I’m prone to seizures. This isn’t my first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh seizure. I’ve had a bunch of seizures, ya’ll just never hear about them. But this time it got real bad ’cause I had three of them in a row and on the third one, my heart rate went down to like 30 percent. Basically, I could’ve died, so that is why it was so serious....But the reason being for the seizures is just plain stress, no rest, overworking myself. That’s just typical me though.

Guest appearances edit

  • Stomp a nigga ass out in these numbah 4 Jorndans
  • I got a scope on the barrel thats a hammer with a camera

Misattributed edit

  • If you care about what people think you'll never live.
    • This quotation is commonly attributed to Carter, but actually appeared on social networking websites, with no clear author.

Quotes about Carter edit

  • Lil' Wayne's thanking God is equivalent to a strip club patron thanking God for providing women to objectify and dehumanize, or a prostitute thanking God that she has the ability to destroy her dignity to pay bills.
  • I'm feeling, you know? Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy. You dig, what I'm saying? I love T.I., Ludacris. You know what I'm saying? I'm feeling cats like that, that take time to go in the studio and really write something.

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