[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Money ain't sh*t, b*tches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers

#~!!@ on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers
N*ggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno
I got skinny $$# jeans, trucks on the pocket

Money talks, n*gga, I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my b*tches badder, and all my swishas fatter
I milk this sh*t like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble

And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you f*ck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho

N*gga we take turns in that ho, these n*ggas so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet #~!!@, on my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked, my n*ggas foul when the ref's lookin'

My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains
These nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi


[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I might book me for a show

Charge my $$# the low and pick up the whole dough
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add b*tches

Swagger galore, got your girl on all fours
It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in

2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN
And, if that #~!!@ good I wanna see her again

Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols

Last name F*ck, first name I Don't Give A
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
All my n*ggas gangstas, all my b*tches freaks

I tickle her #~!!@, got that #~!!@ tickle pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat
And if that #~!!@ sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat

I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so f*ckin' hot I sssssss... I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other sh*t, I want another b*tch

That want another b*tch, and I don't cuddle b*tch
I hit her with that shovel d*ck, I got in that #~!!@ and dug a ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick

Cause I'm that n*gga, and I'm so cold I just shivered
These n*ggas think they hard, these n*ggas just nipples
I pop a n*gga like a sicle, drop a n*gga like a missile

Mo' money mo' issues, I'll size you up and fit you
Tunechi