V8 lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Ayo, check this out, it's DJ Khaled

And this is No Ceilings 3

They try to put a ceilin' on our greatness

So we took the fucking ceilin' off

We took the fucking ceilin' off

It's Little Wayne, and this is... Another one

First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious

Booty out the A, but face from Honduras

Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious

I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist

I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb'

Back with some money, came back with some grams

Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan

Come back with no money, come back with some sand

Dog, I be at home all day poppin' illys

See how long it take to count a million

Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya

Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler

Young Tune nigga put a deal in yo' base

She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh

Young Tune, nigga, I'll wipe yo' bitch

Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit

All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips

Lil' pussy-ass nigga shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah

I'ma turn up a little more this time

People used to say "That boy, he before his time"

I already know what you did last summer

I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my whoa and them shine

Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine

Two tone AP on, I'm bust

Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust

All black Hublot lookin' like us

Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus

Watch face look like a motherfucking pizza

And I got all diamonds all in the crust

Thinkin' I might, no nigga, I must

Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG

The feds tryna lock me up like the BG

I told my old lady if they do, she could leave

She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy

That shit gon' work out like it's personal training"

I say "Amen", oh, and she say "Fuck yeah"

Weighing my options, I broke out the scale

Weighing my options, I feel like a whale

My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger

Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover

Dead bodies on top of each other

Look like they six-nining each other

At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious

Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears

Five hundred grand, to make an appearance

I need that a week in advance for clearance

I just got mad at one of my shooters

'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children

That shit is bad and it fuck up my spirit

That nigga laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist"

Extended barrel, the one with the holes

Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros

Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow

It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls

Young Money, nigga, that's my DNA

I look like a lion and act like an ape

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate

Young tune niggas put a deal on yo' base

She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, No Ceilings

Young Money, OVO

Light yo' spliff up

Fucking big head spliff

Huh, Lil Wayne and Drake

Pon yo' head, let's go