Lyrics

[Chorus] There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah, I'm filthy rich with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em Tha block is hot, but we still outchea gettin' it on 'em And keep a tool every time we hit the streets 'Cause these niggas act a fool, and we be quick to put it on 'em Them tear drops, homie We so not the nigga to fuck with, 'cause we will pop .40 cal, keep it cocked, nigga, ready to block Keep a gun, a extra clip, homie, that's how we rock And like father, like son, daddy, we don't borrow We stay on the grind, homie, 'cause we grind harder And fuckin' with me, homie, you won't like You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night We got them birds flyin' out, and we done loud the pipes We do this state-to-state thing and cheat the price And Rufus came home, and I told him, "They shady" 'Cause he would tell me about them pussy niggas back in the eighties, baby [Chorus] There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven He was my teacher, so I was like, "Fuck the lesson" He was my preacher, so I was like, "Fuck the reverend" My mother Cita, she said that I was with the devil My mother Cita, now say that he was sent from heaven So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me And I remember what my poppa told me Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah, I'm outchea, homie, pitchin' the game And, yes, I do the whole thing, nigga, give me my change Yes, we do them old things, out that brand new Range Lil' nigga like his father, homie, doin' his thing We keep the gun for the paper, homie, aimed and cocked Every nigga in my circle, homie, ready to pop We be ridin' drop top, that's just how we rock And I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, nigga [Chorus: Lil Wayne] There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father Alright, money on my mind Look, I-I-I I hear you niggas whisperin' I say whisperin' 'cause you niggas ain't hollerin' 'bout shit Po' pussy ass niggas gangsta and me [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Look, Birdman Jr., fuck the world, pops And we gon' keep it movin', even if the world stops Stay strapped and laced like girl socks Stay dapped and draped like a birthday cake Birthdays was the worst days Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty You know, I do believe the money's cursed me So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me, huh Little Wizzle, but you can just call me first place And poppa taught me, "Paper chase, never skirt chase" I put you niggas in the closet, in the shirt space You niggas yellow like Sesame Street, Bert's face Worst case scenario, burial Two-tone Carrera like Mascara, uh A G4 take your boy where ever Like Father, Like Son, the era Nigga [Chorus] There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father There ain't no love The love of a father, father, father, father, father