[Intro – Lil Wayne] New loot, yeah New loot, yeah New loot, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus – Lil Wayne] New loot, uh, paid off Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin' I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me Now I'm wifed up, these hoes ain't hearin' from me Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin' I'mma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter
[Verse – Lil Wayne] Love you Rabbit, hе ain't make it home For the Patеk, we'll take your arm Drug habit, need to take it easy Cause if she lose daddy, she gon' take it hard Rated R, AR-15, work it like a street team with an A&R Empty the magazine, all the pages fall By the time I leave, you done read them all P-E-R-C, yeah Percocet got a nigga percolatin', pussy-ass nigga Perpetrating and impersonating Bury those cockroaches, I'm the exterminator Make a nigga eat his own words and regurgitate 'em Make a nigga see his own blood, start urinating Blood gang, blood, like blood, we be circulatin' Pow, in the morning, leave 'em lookin' like turkey bacon I'mma keep the chopper shined up, like a turkey, glazed it Codeine got us lookin' like turtles racing Purple drank, weed, and heart, I'm a purple racist I'm with the perfect bitch lookin' for her replacement With a curvy bitch cummin' around her curves, I'm racin' The Cartier watch, it deserve the bracelet From the School of Hard Knocks, I'm a murder major My bitch tongue twisted, sperm tornado Tell you that they lyin' That they sayin' that they see me Niggas just blind to the fact, no 3D Damn, but the diamonds I'm wearing look HD Panoramic Plasma, big screen Man on fire, 500 degrees Lambo' fire, beep-beep Way too hot, don't bother to reach me Rest in peace Mamba and Gigi, facts Trippy-ass nigga, always trippin' but I never fall Them bitch-ass lil' niggas say they got your back Your back against the wall I'm a rich ass lil' nigga, I get bag After bag, after bag, yeah I ball Shots hit the back of his skull She put his head in her hands, it dissolve I might just bring her lil' ass in the stall Break her lil' ass like the laws Then take her lil' ass to my dawgs Then they treat her ass like a dog Then they feed her ass to the dogs That Draco attached to me arm, and that hoe long as a baton Canseco, my bat in my arms I spray, leave your ass on the lawn, then take all your cash and your coins That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG From Christian Dior back to BEBE She be mad at slime cause I really got hoes Bad bitches postin' all these pictures of me Lotta hoes on the side, right up under her nose She say: “just don't put these hoes above me” Vroom-vroom, skrrt, take off, new juice, yeah Straight sauce, pyoom-pyoom, damn, Egg-nog Head, arm, leg, leg, arm
[Chorus – Lil Wayne] New loot, yeah, paid off Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin' I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me Wifed up now, these hoes ain't hearin' from me Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin' I'mma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter, yeah No Ceilings
[Outro – Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG From Christian Dior back to BEBE, bitch
[DJ Drop – DJ Khaled] This shit right here crazy Nah, this shit crazy No Ceilings 3Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
