Veteran’s Day

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Oh shit Hello America Maybach Music Hahaha [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I like my pussy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder My girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders Like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer If Blooding ain't right than I couldn't be a wronger I'm a bad motherfucker, be very afraid Boy this heat'll give your ass a raspberry beret Been in the building, motherfucker, we ain't never escape Cash money is the Army, Veterans day The block had got hotter, the World had got colder So fuck a diamond chain, we wearing guns on our shoulder If you want it you can get it, come and sign up We got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up Man we so fuck about it, 5-star: count it Could have fucked the world, but I left it how I found it Took the game to school now I'm 'bout to cap and gown it Got a circle of success, you can say I'm well-rounded [Interlude: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Yeah Ross (Stunna Man) And by the way, my name is Tunechi (Mula) Tunechi baby (Ya dig?), hahaha, (What up, blood? Yeah) Yerrrr [Verse 2: Birdman] Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder Tommy's with the flag, spent the hundred high-rolling (Yeah) Flipped it off the condo, made it off the corner Sky scraping condo, top floor aroma High to the sky when I step up in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne (Yeah), no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louie, the bag full of cash (Cash) Keep a strap on me (Brrat), a mill on the tab Priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat Junior doing time, kicking up his feet A mill on the books, I'm stunting with a fleet A pretty red bitch we smash every week (Believe that) Blowing on some good Maybach back seat The bitch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets Born rich from the hood, YMCMB [Interlude: Birdman & Rick Ross] Yeah, Maybach, brrrap! Veteran Day boy Is it wrong for me to pray to live forever? Ya dig? Ya understand me? Yeah I want to live forever (Maybach) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm that fat motherfucker, young entrepreneurs Zombies in the street, we got them pouring out the sewers Most controversial and the motherfucking truest And by looking at my jewels, I'm still the motherfucking coolest Waving your flag, you just a fucking blood donor And this bitch far from bad, who put these fucking Uggs on her? Took her to California, spent a fucking dub on her When she walk up in the club, now every fucking thug want her I'm just so fucking special, let's see what's on the menu Fuck the promoter, my crib bigger than the venue This the shit I'm into, all-black in the rental My chopper be making hits: it's such a sad instrumental These niggas little boys, enjoying their little toys I'm building hotels off the coast of St. Croix 100 mill, I accept nothing less (Ross) Black Ray Bans at Obama's next address [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, believe that And just like that playboy Yeah, moolah Junior Maybach, Birdman Top floor, priceless Hundid foot Backyard the pacific, ya understand me? Out the pounds, hella choppas (Just like that) 50 G's on some [blaze?] (On some [blaze?]) Born rich hood rich YMCMB, boy Ocean city view, straight [?], skyline The boss nigga Just like that (Fully loaded) Automatic (Yeah) 100 (Yeah) Believe that, brrrap