Techno Ted may be a person who caused Chris incredible emotional pain & trepidation as well as moments of peace & happiness but now is removed and awaiting his fate. Darling may be a different person who is also free of him and can live her life free of Ted's tyranny. "In between all the laughing, and daydreams ... lies: a desert of truth" Lies are like a desert or the omission of Truth: Where there were Lies then Truth was absent. The song, "Techno Ted", may be a cathartic celebration of the downfall of this person.
[Chorus]
Work on the kitchen table.
Where da bags at?
Work on the kitchen table.
Where da bags at?
Work on the kitchen table.
Where da bags at?
Work, Work.
Ima nigga wit money.
Ima nigga wit money.
Ima nigga wit money.
And I dont love that bitch.
I tell her "Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich"
Ima nigga wit money, and I dont love that bitch.
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Back pack full of stacks, all the bitches love me.
Dont compare to these rappers im on a different budget.
I aint even gotta practice, never gettin rusty.
No i aint lookin down, but i see no one above me.
The paper bag brown, but dirty green money.
The bank account good, full of clean money.
Fuck chain money, i blow ring money.
I bet that motherfucker never seen the big money.
Magazine money, do a spread on me.
And you could turn your back, but never turn the pigs on me.
Read the not attatched, we got ya Lil Homie.
We need bread homie, or thats ya dead homie.
Im like the Coleone, meet the fuckin mob.
I could get ya whacked, or give your ass a job.
Weezy F. B., I holla CMB.
Coca-Cola classic, Caffine free.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Stop playin wit me, stop playin wit me bitch.
Stop playin wit me, stop playin wit me bitch.
Ima Cash Money stunna.
On my 14 summer.
Dick a bitch down, n take everything from her.
Now run to the kitchen, i aint hungry i ate.
Bicth put 36 O's on my plate.
See my paw was cookin slabs, while my mom was cookin dinner.
See my mom was a chef, and my daddy was a dealer.
Grand daddy was a dealer, and my auntie is a killer.
I hope she know i love her, pray the pigs never get her.
My brother still a baby.
And my uncle kinda raised me.
Yall pray for his wife, cuz that cancer shit is crazy.
And my daughter is so smart that it scares me.
Her mother is an angel, shes always there for me.
But me, im just wild, and i think i need therapy.
Because im goin after that money, no matter where it be.
I got..
[Chorus]
Work on the kitchen table.
Where da bags at?
Work on the kitchen table.
Where da bags at?
Work on the kitchen table.
Where da bags at?
Work, Work.
Ima nigga wit money.
Ima nigga wit money.
Ima nigga wit money.
And I dont love that bitch.
I tell her "Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich"
Ima nigga wit money, and I dont love that bitch.
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Back pack full of stacks, all the bitches love me.
Dont compare to these rappers im on a different budget.
I aint even gotta practice, never gettin rusty.
No i aint lookin down, but i see no one above me.
The paper bag brown, but dirty green money.
The bank account good, full of clean money.
Fuck chain money, i blow ring money.
I bet that motherfucker never seen the big money.
Magazine money, do a spread on me.
And you could turn your back, but never turn the pigs on me.
Read the not attatched, we got ya Lil Homie.
We need bread homie, or thats ya dead homie.
Im like the Coleone, meet the fuckin mob.
I could get ya whacked, or give your ass a job.
Weezy F. B., I holla CMB.
Coca-Cola classic, Caffine free.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Stop playin wit me, stop playin wit me bitch.
Stop playin wit me, stop playin wit me bitch.
Ima Cash Money stunna.
On my 14 summer.
Dick a bitch down, n take everything from her.
Now run to the kitchen, i aint hungry i ate.
Bicth put 36 O's on my plate.
See my paw was cookin slabs, while my mom was cookin dinner.
See my mom was a chef, and my daddy was a dealer.
Grand daddy was a dealer, and my auntie is a killer.
I hope she know i love her, pray the pigs never get her.
My brother still a baby.
And my uncle kinda raised me.
Yall pray for his wife, cuz that cancer shit is crazy.
And my daughter is so smart that it scares me.
Her mother is an angel, shes always there for me.
But me, im just wild, and i think i need therapy.
Because im goin after that money, no matter where it be.
I got..
[Chorus]
Lyrics submitted by eschmidt2224
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lil wayne spits only fire.. so many doubt cuz he come from the south.. but when he open his mouth, all bullets come out.. POW!! haha this shit is crazy son
This song is very deep. It's about how talent and effort are no longer prerequisites for monetary success.
cpf - thats an interesting hypothesis. Please explain more? What I got out of it was him just kind of talking about the successfulness his yay business and then the second verse is a background of his family and how he feels about the whole situation.
When he says "I tell her Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich, Ima nigga wit money, and I dont love that bitch," I think it means that he doesn't do the cocaine himself, just sells it, like a true dealer. This is probably an older song because I'm pretty sure he does a lot of caine.
cpf is right. Lil wayne is a dumb nigger. He has no talent. He has nothin but other dumb niggers who buy his cd's and perpetuate his niggerness.
Coca - Cola classic, caffeine free = he doesn't cut his druqs with cheap shit , its pure qrade a shit .