[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 $$#, call that (*##$ 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### 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 (*##$ 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 @@#! 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, (*##$ 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 (*##$, boss


In the red 911 looking devilish


Red beam make a (*##$ 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 @@#! 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, (*##$ 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 (*##$, she said she finna###

200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak


Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

(*##$ $$# n-gga, p-ssy $$# 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 $$# apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that (*##$ gon bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my (*##$

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a (*##$, 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

Yeah