Lil Wayne
4-4 bulldog my muthaf*ckin' pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf*cka fetch
I'm f*cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pus*y mouth and ass call that b*tch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy imma starve her to death
Top down
It's upset
Been f*ckin' the world and n*gga I ain't c*m 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 ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b*tch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK-47 is my f*cking address, huh
Rick Ross
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh)
I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh)
I got a chopper in the car
Lil Wayne
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and c*ck 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
Rick Ross
Big black n*gga in an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch 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 be high
Swish!
I'm swimming in a yellow b*tch (boss)
In a red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a b*tch 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 condo
Well connected got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh)
I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh)
I got a chopper in the car
Lil Wayne
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and c*ck 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
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b*tch I'm red fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You f*ckin' with a n*gga who don't give a f*ck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
pus*y-n*gga sweet, you n*ggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red b*tch, she said she finna c*m
200 dolla on the chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy-E
Five letters: YMCMB
b*tch-ass n*gga
pus*y-ass n*gga
I see you lookin', what you lookin' at n*gga
You know the rules: kill 'em all and keep movin'
If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh
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, then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch go bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini 'till I gave it to my b*tch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and forty bricks
Son of a b*tch, then I made a great escape
Ain't 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 each and 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*ckin' up
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf*cka' huddle up
Lil Wayne
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car