I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne Haha And bitch I'm greedy
'm strong in this Bugatti Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch I'm bad, I'm worse I pass the purp', Don't fuck with me '
the business, hundred million dollars Bitch we the business, hundred million dollars [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Fresh out from my bid Bitch it's Lil Tunechi
he was about it You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers This rap shit is ours Gudda, Bitch! (Lil Wayne
is clouded you pouted long enough It isn't them it's you you fuckin', baby Quit worrying about what they do and do fuckin' Shady I'm fucking going crazy
think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You'd think these niggas know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me, no, you fuckin
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] UGH!! you can smell it through the wrapper That's that s*** n**** sit it in a pamper I still got two sittin in the hamper I let em
come on I know you want to I know you want to reach to the higher level Much further from the devil Until you feelin the weather [repeated] [Chorus] [Lil Wayne
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby I
now For the record I love you, I love you All these sweet memories I know you can hear me now For the record I love you, I love you [LIL WAYNE] I be
Game over?, musta had a hangover Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne
YO whats popping hello world, As i usually say he he my name is it's not important whats more important is what i told you all and what i told you all
I could take it there Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair (Khaled) And it's double M G until I get the chair [Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne
to make a pair So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair And it's Double M G until I get the chair [Chorus - Drake] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, fuck
back 'cause The bullets, penetrate the back slow C-Murder, man number 187 Oh you in on murder one Get your shit, boy, you going upstate Fuck the world
your wheelchair you probably gon need it Leave this motherfucker a paraplegic N-ggas around the world that think they wanna bang Dont get your ass caught up like Lil Wayne
[Lil Wayne) Young money! (ya dig) Yeah! Ima Millionaire, Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career