[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
Shout to Mack Maine!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hood boss, what's up?
6, 6, 6 (Gangsta Grizz-ills!)
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Big body on brabus, that's all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that's all I wore
Screaming "money over power," quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count (get 'em)
Skating and mating, I’m spinning like Daytons
I’m winning like Peyton, I’m Christian like Laettner
I'm putting some straightener, into all of these Satans I'm
Wilder than Nathan, Goliath on David
I'm quietly waiting I'm trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am too faded, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon' sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial, bandanna, rosacea
I'm all about numbers, comparisons, ratios
Collateral, collateral, Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible
Go together like a parachute and a "geronimo"
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a Viag-a-ra, she hop like a kangaroo
Suck like a snaggle-tooth, I ain't got time for no rumors
When I am not human, or you men, I'm booming
I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie
I'm platinum versus aluminum, I'm shrooming
I visualize what I'm assuming, my vision is gloomy
But fuck it I zoom in and now I see movement
And I'd like to thank all the niggas that schooled me
But I still might shoot up my class reunion
I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion
Smoking some weed, bright as a petunia
I'm walking around Miss America like I'm the king, king of Zamunda
Been hanging around with my shooters
When you was still hanging out with Mr. Cooper
Which one of you niggas want beef?
I'm putting your name inside the chalupa
Money since the Mayans, thugging since the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher than Orion
Lying off the diet, eat the whole safari
Pop a cork about it, keep it soft and sour
Watch the market tower
Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice and count ‘em
Competition, clown 'em, opposition chowder
Watch the bitches shower
Optimistic mama, common sense ain't common
Top position scholar, so far from the bottom
They can't hear me holler
All I say is our, all I say is our, our father
My li'l bae a model, pussy taste like cobbler
Make me As-salaam Alaykum bottle
What more can I say about her? Pray about it
I just race the Rari' left it way behind me, taste the mileage
Loud-ass blatant diamonds
I think they the loudest, waking zombies
Break a face or promise, give me steak lasagna, hate your honor
Still my mama's baby, and my baby mamas, they some riders
Can't deflate them tires, I’m still chasing commas
Nigga I made Big Tymers
And I’m still taking time to make it timeless, Dedication problems
Sick shit, ay yeah, yeahhh..
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