[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I got money on yo’ head, I don’t do my dirty work I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me, and I don’t like to cuss in church And my girl pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s I mean that, believe that Don’t be short with that work nigga We find out where your hoe work nigga We follow you moms from church nigga You gonna have to swallow yo’ pride like a thirst quencher Get ‘em Tune I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas Fuck all y’all niggas, except my niggas These niggas hustling backwards Check ya rear view mirror and ya side mirrors OG Kush keep my mind clearer That choppa get yo’ mind right, I got 2 choppas that’s chopsticks Eat yo’ block up like shrimp fried rice, been so long since I seen my eyes white You know I smoke like dry ice, better stay in your lane and get sideswiped It’s going down, let me straighten up and fly right Still can’t turn a hoe into a housewife Man it’s like some things will never change You ain’t got a shot in a gun range These chumps ain’t even got chump change Uh yeah, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m gotti Yeah, check yourself before I sign it Yeah, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon Yeah, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot Uh, my new car is so robotic My new bitch is so provided Money talks, yours like: “no comment” Black car, racial profilin’ Rest in peace to Christopher Wallace Desert Eagle like the Mojave I get my work from Rico Suave Uh, it’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand If you ever see me broke, write on my cast Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone Yeah, I’m ’bout to buy a machine gun We drink it all, leave clean cups Make mountains look like speed bumps I’m sittin’ on some train tracks, hopin’ that bitch speed up I’m StrongARM and these niggas roll my sleeves up, yeah I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized Put me in a hospital room full of flat lines, I’m Tunechi Li, immortal My name ringin’, my name ringin’, hello may I take yo’ order? I say… testarossa over testimony Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me Fuck all y’all niggas in Swahili nigga Ain’t nothing free ’round here but Willy nigga AK-47, call it Mr. Biggs All my niggas blood, fuck yo’ syringe Chop his head off, put it in the fridge Try not to mistake that shit for dinner Dedication
[Verse 2 - T.I.] Hey, let me introduce you niggas to America most Every nigga around with me carry a toast Sedated bitches like a nigga tune the low They just be like 10 and we doin’ ‘em all Okay, Tune in the jet flyin’ over the boat I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat What you nigga make a year, I could do with the blow You keep on playin’ with me, bet I’ll put a few in you hoe The fake of a fuck-nigga, we soon to see These niggas sweet as perfume to me I mean really like cartoon to me Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with Tune and me Hustle Gang bang green, in God we trust Young Money Cash Money, they down with us I got a bitch who want yo’ bitch, you finna get a hoe up And don’t bullshit, shorty listen you don’t really know us We will bust a nigga head, leave him layin’ for dead I get caught with a banger, I’mma lay in the Feds In gen pop nigga, every day in the Feds I was chillin’ on the yard, really going hard And these pussy niggas catchin’ feelings over broads King pussy nigga, but I’m really like a God A-Town nigga, bank head I’m ’bout it Everybody know not to fuck with me cause I got itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
