Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Ooh, L-Don Fuck that interface, dawg, go to work, yeah Picante in this bitch with me Fuq', hit the weed You got all that shit? Yeah, ugh, ugh [Verse: Lil Wayne] I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them Bs up Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want Real niggas fuck with me, and I don't give a fuck who don't Lock the CEO up; and I'm the CEO, fuck Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush Drink 'til I throw up; nigga, roll more blunts Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit the "stop button" Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga" AKA "No trial, nigga," AK, click-clack, pow, nigga Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie — Aim at your toupée You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I fuck her today Then she gotta skate — Young Lupe I hit the beat hard — Bobby Boucher I keep them tools on me, get the screwface Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase Y.M., nigga, it's a new day We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff' Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough Bullet come too fast to adjust I don't give a fuck about my roof that much So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up I'm Weezy F., and the "F" is for "Flame" Eat these rappers, chef up the game Shit on the track, shit on the train Murder the beat—the beat was slain Rest In Peace; that's a shame, he kill anybody song Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome No homo, you rocking wrong; Rest In Peace, my styrofoam Now they wanna know what I be on Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone B—Big money, my pockets long; New Orleans, I got my home And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone Fuck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty Two women give me head, call that "Two-face" Bitch, I'm too great, take your food tray, I was born on doomsday Ugh! Ai—Ain't no nigga like me "What's up?" to my gang, big Bs, like a Breitling Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick, like she cycling Then, she can't walk, run, or jump; like white men Ugh! F—Fuck you niggas wanna do? No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you Weezy F., the "F" is for "Fuck what you're going through" Make your people mourn you [Outro: Lil Wayne] Haha! OK, let's do it