[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch I'm f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet! You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n-ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh
[Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
[Lil Wayne] Yeah Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Big black n-gga, and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish! I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
[Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
[Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a f-ck Empty the clip than roll a window up P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum 200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday
[Verse 4: Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up
[Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
