- [Lil Wayne]
I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter
My house is four stories, I tell m I don't write m
And my living room is white, my lies are much writter
My darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor
I say eighty seven, make your bitch run my erands
I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's
I got a house on the prarie got a corpse in the basement
I see hell out the window man this view is amazing
And if I go back to jail Persian drugs in my cel
Got the world in my hands it got all under my nails
In a room full of stairs, give em something to see
I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach
Now they biting my style hope it get stuck in yo teeth
I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street
The World under my feet I'm just kissing the sky
Tune what is that smell that's the shit on my mind
[Hook: Dj Khaled, Lil Wayne]
Fuck all you bitches
Fuck all you bitches
Fuck all you bitches
Fuck all you bitches, fuck all you nigga
Fuck all you hoes
Fuck all you hoes, fuck all you nigga
one million, two millions, three, four
[Lil Wayne]
Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers comixs
I'm throwing up gang signs you can see, I'm in my vomit
And I'm cool right but please dont change the climate
Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
I got isues bigger than you bitches taller than me
Ratchet and Bougie I like RnB
Unapologetic I'm sorry for not being sorry
You niggas old news prehistoric
I need benadril for my trigger finga bad bitches for my home boys
The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard
Ain't got enough need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
I'm riches as fuck but more so a poor soul
Well If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
My bitch a die for me, she a soldier GI Joe
Take chances when I know I ain't got no chance roll m
I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder
[Hook: Dj Khaled, Lil Wayne]
Fuck all you bitches
Fuck all you bitches, fuck all you nigga
Fuck all you bitches
Fuck all you bitches
Fuck all you hoes
Fuck all you hoes
one million, two millions, three, four
[Lil Wayne]
We ain't got no motive we just killin yall for nothing
And my bitch got cotton mouth you know them snakes cannot be trusted
And I bet yall niggas don't say shit, because I'm feeling lucky
And I still pay everynight that Aliens aduct me tuneche
