[Lil Wayne] Uh, I’m flying private through Cloud 9 Yeah, if you got a problem, I’m Einstein Yeah, I’m yawnin’, I’m so tired of ballin’ Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don’t fuck with new niggas I blues your bitch-ass, hope somebody give you rhythm I got animal all on my flo’ Take your shoes off at the door Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga don’t food poison my hoe I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon at the store My niggas like Kanye with that G.O.O.D. My niggas like Lou Rawls with that blow Niggas be sayin’ they racked up, don’t let that Q-ball leave you broke I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools gon’ see you choke I saw yo’ bitch and she said she tryna move on and let go Boy I get up in that pussy, hit her with moves you don’t even know Niggas be trippin’ over these hoes, I done came too far to get close I’ve been outchea gettin’ bread and I don’t need you all in my loaf If you stick your neck out there, I’ll have my goons all at your throat Niggas be lukewarm at the most And when I’m through ballin’, I coach Shout out to my nigga Mack gettin’ his boo on in that Ghost I’m still coming off the top of the dome, but it be on a tombstone if I wrote Tunechi My kids already rich and they don’t even know These niggas say they players, they ain’t even scorin’ My bitch rolling my weed, she don’t even smoke Everybody following me, I ain’t even Moses nigga Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries I found a way like it was hiding from me Yeah, my weed good, my sex better Bitch, don’t text me no long letters I’m ahead of the game, I need a blowjob Most of these hoes ain’t got no job Then these niggas go and buy ‘em everything You gon’ fuck around and get the hoe robbed I’m ahead of the game, I need a haircut Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug And tell them rats that AK go rat-a-tat like snare drums I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my niggas Her mouth, pussy, or asshole? Life is full of hard decisions If she ain’t fuckin’, she get the boot Let me write this bitch a parking ticket Ain’t got time for love life, all I know is get paid I’m high like bonjour, twisted like french braids I got my own shoes slime, T I feel like MJ I’m working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead Uh, I fell asleep in that pussy and I didn’t even know I woke up and act like I didn’t even know her Yeah, don’t fuck with these fuck-niggas, you already know us I’m looking for that loud pack, weed man bring the noise Yeah, pass that weed to the next nigga Blunt longer than a tongue twister Hoes want this scud missile, I’mma ball like Crystal Lil Tunechi Li, young sex pistol New money, no wrinkles I’m hard headed, Ocho Dedication Cinco Uh
[Outro - Lil Wayne] What up five? Rocko fuck with me Ay, Future fuck with me Yeah T, I feel like MJ I’m working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead 5!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
