Sorry 4 The Wait lyrics - Lil Wayne

Ain't Nobody fucking with me

First degree murder, you can get your degree

Motherfucker

And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman

Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan

Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate

Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake

I hit it from the back

And make that bitch about face

And then I gotta split

I'm sorry baby, sour grapes

She wine, baby don't leave

I duck that bullshit, bob and weave

Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping

Leave your ass flatter than my new television

I'm talking about money and the power

Power and the money

This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy

Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin

Mack light that shit, then pass that to me

Young Money motherfucker yeah

We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis

Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho

She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe

And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind

They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9?

I stand infront of the clock

Cause I'm ahead of the time

Knock your pussy ass off

And send your head to your mom

I ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me

And they can't blindfold what my third eye see

Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free

And the coupe transform, no Tyrese

Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?

I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain

And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds

Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground

Now ain't that about a bitch?

It ain't never about a bitch

Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch

Backed up by a bunch of G ass niggas

And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga

Eagle street where the real niggas hung

Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come

Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts

Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts

Fuck yall for real though

Sleep with the hammer under the pillow

Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows

Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, Gone

Baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong

Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook

You can't use that phone

Stopped at the light and put my roof back on

One time for the G's, the niggas got it lock'd

The niggas with the keys, The niggas on the block

The niggas on they P's and Q's

Put your bitch ass on the evening news

Jumping in the game better read the rules

High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon

Fuck with me die soon, not late

And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait

Tunechi

Inkredible Remix lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Thugga]

I pop some Percocets

Then I pop some Xanax

Sitting back, strapped, cocked

Plotting on your man next

Jack a nigga for his work

And stretch it like some Spandex

He hesitate, I spray and leave him

Like a Tampex – oops, I meant a Tampax

Bitch, I keep that anthrax

I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs

Shoot off your Sedan lap

Nigga, I demand stacks

I ain’t playing, black

Bitch, I be spraying Macks

All type of guns with accessories

I’m like Cosby for the bills

I need mills like Stephanie

Pussy niggas can’t stand next to me

I’ve got dope and ecstasy

Keep em floating like both of the levees breached

80s baby but my soul from the 70s

Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas

Niggas ain’t OG, scary lil bitch, please

Tune ate pussy in the can.. Frisky

[Raw Dizzy]

I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet

Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can’t say shit

I’m just here to separate the real from the fake shit

I told you, I was coming n I’m sorry for the wait

I gotta get this money

Mane, it’s right here in my face

I got the Devil on my back

I don’t wanna be up in that place

My mom tell me to be safe

I just keep running in these streets

I can’t stop fuckin with these hoes

But I say I’m just doing me

Bitch, I’m a 9th Ward nigga

Mason street, D&G

That Flordia right by the D they need to free my nigga B

I ain’t the type of person to be running from no beef

Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting

Somebody knocked off their feet

So watch your fucking mouth

Before you end up on that floor and stop

Acting like you’re hard cause

You know you’ve been a ho

I told you out the gate I’m not the fake

I gotta say it, please excuse

Almost forgot I’m all Dizzy by the way

[Flow]

Money over bitches, bitch I’m coming for the check

Vampire living, bitch I’m coming for your neck

Raw! I’m sharp, my swagger like an X

I’m a motherfucking monster

I rap like I’m possessed

Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper

The game is a bitch, hold her down and rape her

Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin’ with my skaters

We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator

I’m a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woopin’

They went crazy when they heard I had a song

With Lil Tunechi, bitch!

Get some ice and pour my Sprite

And light my bong and my doobies

Fuck your producer

I’m the one that be producing my music

I’m a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot

Pot is in me

Drop ya like an Otterbox

Sleeping on me like I’m rapping with a blanket

Kill a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Lil Wayne]

All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on

Them goons at your front door, choppers out: “ding dong!”

Didn’t I change the game and put my motherfucking team on

Now let my chopper ring

“Baka!” is my ringtone

Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes

We hold court with them heaters

“Pop!” case open/closed

Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole

And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos

I get loaded til I motherfucking overload

Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes

Ask them bitches, I told em hoes

They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero

Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket

Pull em hammers out and run them nigga’s like Stocktons

Got some niggas from my city

Thugga, Dizzy, Flow

Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!

IDK lyrics - Lil Wayne

What's happenin

Yeaah, Yeah, Yeah!

What's poppin yall [x2]

Its Tunechi lee in this motherfucka (tunechi)

This mixtape is called Sorry 4 the Wait

(sorry for the wait)

Carter 4 comin soon august 29th

But in the meantime in between time I'm sorry for the wait

I know I promised a whole lotta dates so I'm sorry for the wait

I know you all have been patiently waiting (uhuh)

Well I hope you all have been patiently waiting (uhuh)

(Yeah) cuz I am sorry for the wait

I hope my apology is accepted (ay) (ay) (ay) just as well as ma music is

I'm the best! But onto anotha subject

What yall been doin?

I been chillen like a mothafucka uhuh yeah

Ma children gettin older uhuh yeah

Ma bitches gettin colder (shoutout Detail)

(Yo Menace what's poppin)

Ma money gettin olda (jrock) uh yeah

Got dat new money too though shawty

But nuttin betta then that old money (everybody on the tour wit me)

You see (211) shoutout to ma homies (as always)

Fe Fe what it is

T street what it is

Lil T what it is

Du Fute what it is

Raw Dia I see you Lil Thugga I see ya Lil Flow I see ya

I like to say thank you to the people who helped me with this mixtape

Ma nigga mike banga (Oh)

Raw dia (oh)

Lil thugga (oh)

Lil flow (oh)

I thank you [x2]

I thank you believe that

I thank you believe that

I thank you

Shout out to ma nigga Mack Maine (I thank you )

Shout out to ma nigga Lil Twist (I thank you )

Shout out to ma nigga T street

Shout out to ma nigga Fido ( yeah )

Shout out to ma nigga Lil Twist

Shout out to ma nigga Lil Chuckee

I know I said Lil Twist alredy but fuck it

Shout out to ma girl Shanelle

Shout out to Nicki Minaj (yeah)

Shout out to ma nigga Lil Drizzy (uhuh)

Shoutout all yall

Shoutout Lil Tyga Tyga (birdman)

Shout out dog uh

Fuzee Baby!

Fuzee

Hit a bitch with a car bomb (ay) [x3]

Uuuhh

Are you kidding nigga ?

Vp James what's poppin

Ari (you know brooklyn )

Yeah are here are yu kidding nigga

Shoutout EO

Shoutout ma nigga Jason

Steady j rounds as a kill these niggas yeh

Shoutout ....

Marisa

Ms Nicki Minaj

Shoutout to all the people who hold me down during them 8 months

Everybody all the fans I can't do nuttin wit out yu I sware to god

When I look in the mirror I don't see ma self I see yall

That's what I live for I live for yall I did this for yall

And if yall don't want me to do it no more then I won't

That I mean

Young money

Shoutout to ma...

(Too much talking at the same time )

Be looking for the carter 4 august 29th coming soon

I'm sorry for the wait

Just wanna make up for the time ya digg

Shoutout ma nigga drizzy gotta new album coming

Tyga tyga Lil Twist and Shanelle Comiin

Checkout Lil twist new single as well

D

"I Am Not A Human Being" (2010)

• Gonorrhea lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
• Hold Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. T-Streets)
• With You lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
• I Am Not A Human Being lyrics - Lil Wayne
• I'm Single lyrics - Lil Wayne
• What's Wrong With Them lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj)
• Right Above It lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
• Popular lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil Twist
• That Ain't Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jay Sean)
• Bill Gates lyrics - Lil Wayne
• YM Banger lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Tyga)
• YM Salute lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil Twist, Lil Chuckee, Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Nicki Minaj)
• I Don't Like The Look Of It lyrics - Lil Wayne (with Gudda Gudda)

Gonorrhea lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

[Lil Wayne:]

Sound like my mic is right

Ugh

I am not a human

Shout to all my moon men

Yeah they call me tune

Got them bitches tuned in

It's a crazy world so I stay in mine

And niggas don't cross the line

Niggas stay in line

Like welfare I stay elsewhere

Hotter than a devil, nigga hell yeah

Roc-a-bye baby, homicide baby

That's more tear drops call me cry baby

What you talkin' about tell it to my nine

Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms

I'm a young God, swagga un-flawed

Bitch I'm in the building, you in the front yard

Life's a bitch naw, better yet a dumb broad.

And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard

Yeah you boys is washed up

And I'm shitting on 'em like two girls and one cup

Weezy baby aka bring the money home

Pull out the AK and pop you in your funny bone

Laugh now die later motherfucker

You're a bitch like zeta phi beta motherfucker

[Chorus:]

Yeah, I call it how I see you

I wish I never met you, I wouldn't wanna be you

Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea

Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I call it how I see you

I wish I never met you, I wouldn't wanna be you

Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea

Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea

[Lil Wayne:]

Man I'm so tired of balling I sleep a lot now

I'll let my goons rush you like Moscow

Gun at your eyebrow pow pow

Man I ball hard even with 5 fouls

Yeah we in this bitch like tampon's

Dump you in the woods now get your camp on

Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on

I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on

Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on

Diva in the room she blowing me just like a band horn

Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin' on

Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join

Yeah, what y'all wanna do I'm all ears

Smoking on that head band call that shit Paul Pierce

I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years

Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

[Chorus]

[Drake:]

I am, spending much more than I'm making on these cars and these vacations

Is that too much information?

I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing

With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station

I am, tryna figure out why you so mad at me

Yes I'm with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me

I be with the dread with the tattoo's on his head

And a flag the colour red like a fucking low battery (OK)

Nigga peep the shit I'm wylin' on

I be with your baby momma you be with your child at home

Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam

Big cheese big bread call that shit a calzone

I will break your fucking collar bone

Us against the World better pick which fucking side you on

Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on

And we about to kill em C4 Mr Carters home.

[Lil Wayne:]

Yeah, I call it how I see you

I wish I never met you, I wouldn't wanna be you

We some asshole niggas call us diarrhea

The money keep growing yep

It's growing like a chea

Yeah, I call it how I see it

Y'all some pussy ass niggas we should call your gonorrhea

Uh, you keep talkin' that shit I'mma see you

Kill your senorita and and fuck your mama mia!

Hold Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. T-Streets)

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1:]

Bitch Im me, American gangsta

weezy F baby, born in a manger

trouble is my friend, I aint far in the danger

Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels

shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo

New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego

all about my bread like bagels, they know

Im raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes

weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes

spit like 9′s, 4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s

niggas want problems, well I am problematic

Its back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy

Ima east side damu, deep water shamoo

shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo

Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom

pass that bitch down like an heirloom,

Tunechi

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

[Chorus - x2:]

Huslte till nightfall

Party till sunrise

Guns in the boxes

Dont make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

Fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itches

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

[T-Streets - Verse 2:]

Bitch Im streets, I rep that east

Gimmie the beef, I’ll put the beef in da grease

Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets

I fucked that bitch, mission complete

Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation

Im a real nigga dont fuck wit immitations

Young Money nigga aint no limitations

I dont play games niggas simulation

Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?

Its a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out of it

Thats word to the glock.. Glock in my sock

who's left playin shields better stop at the dot

Hold up

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3:]

Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception

She came with problems, fuck it thats my step sons

Sleepin in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come

And I keep the toast turn yo ass to bread crumbs

Uhh based on a true story, I got a million flows they aint even 2 storys

Sleepin on the edge, I hope I dont toss and turn

Shoot down the early bird and thats how I get the worm yeah

Real nigga university, alumni

Just check my watch and that bitch say sometimes

She say when Im in her it feel like Im soul searchin

And they say money talks, well its my spokes person

Uhh grab a star from the sun roof

I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true

Young Money in the power

Send my B’s at you like a motherfuckin flower

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

[Chorus - x2:]

Huslte till nightfall

Party till sunrise

Guns in the boxes

Dont make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

Fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itches

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

With You lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1:]

Shawty badder than a 3 year old

keep playing and imma eat her like a pita roll

Im just sayin with my love I could feed her soul

two day getaway and we dont need our clothes

we at the pool and she lookin like a center fold

two tattoos but she say she gettin plenty mo

She got Indian in her family, seminol

me and shawty go together like chemicals

and she get mad when I call other woman hoes

you send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those

tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode

two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe

I whisper in her ear, than lick around her lobe

and when she check her watch, it’s never time to go

and with her brain she should make the honor roll

And when I came, she caught me like the common cold

[Chorus:]

God damn you the shit

and I’ll rip my heart out and hand you the shit

And I dont really know how to handle this shit

But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]

With you baby

With you baby

with you baby

with you baby

With you and only you

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2:]

Uh I say damn I must be left cause you the best I ever seen right

shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights

See you with your girls, they probably telling that he aint right

Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice

Lets get together over night

Shawty Im a pro and you are lookin like the prototype

But see that I took your advice,

sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice

Im cruisin on the road of life but I need a passenger

Appetite for lovin, ma im hungry like a scavenger

I-I be on that lavender

I-I be in the bath with her

Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner

[Chorus:]

God damn you the shit

and I’ll rip my heart out and hand you the shit

And I dont really know how to handle this shit

But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]

With you baby

With you baby

with you baby

with you baby

With you and only you

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3:]

Now she dont know about me

But Imma put her on it

And she aint show up out me

But cant go without me

We probably aint supposed to be together

but I wonder if our love affair her could last forever

And shawty Im with ya

Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget ya

Then I told her to her face,

If everyone was like you the World would be a better place

[Chorus:]

God damn you the shit

and I’ll rip my heart out and hand you the shit

And I dont really know how to handle this shit

But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]

With you baby

With you baby

with you baby

with you baby

With you and only you

[Chorus:]

God damn you the shit

and I’ll rip my heart out and hand you the shit

And I dont really know how to handle this shit

But tonight...

[Drake - Hook:]

With you baby

With you baby

with you baby

with you baby

With you and only you

I Am Not A Human Being lyrics - Lil Wayne

I am not a human being

Uhh, pussy for lunch

Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch

Yeah, kush and the blunts

I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk

I don't know why they keep playin

I better replay 'em

Giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland

Together we stand and fall on y'all

Ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball

These days ain't shit Young Money is

Got mars bars three musketeers

Come through coupe same colour as veneers

And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers!

Now I'm back on my grizz

And y'all's a bunch a squares like a motherfucking grid

Shit fuck with me and get hit

Shhhit I finger fuck the nina make the bitch have kids

Just do it my nigga I just did

Name a motherfucker deeper than me bitch did

Ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream fuck it

Whoever it is

I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not a human being

Ughh, I'm rockstar baby

Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby

Rich nigga lookin at the cops all crazy

It's the mob shit nigga Martin Scorsese

Heater close range, cuz people are strange

But I bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned

You can't see weezy nor wayne

Im in the far lane, im running this shit – hundred yard gain

Uhhh, swag on infinity

Im killing em, see the white flag from the enemy

Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories

Father forgive me for my brash delivery

I will try you, I wouldnt lie dude

I must be sticky cuz them bitches got their eyes glued

Young money baby we the shit like fly food

Yall cant see us – like the bride shoes.

I stand tall like a muthafuckin 9’2

I scream motherfuck you and whoever design you

And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to

And we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you.

I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’

I thank god that I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not a human being

Reporting from another world

Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl

Ness go the weed thicker than a southern girl

Strong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls

Rock star biatch, check out how we rock

And if this aint hip hop it must be knee hop

Im higher than a tree top

She lick my lollipop

I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop

Spitting that he rock im smooth not Pete Rock

And my money on etcetera – 3 dots

Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops

You better run mothafucka, cuz we not

You better run till your feet stop

You aint even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot

Colder than a ski shop

Holding on to the top, and even if I let go I still wont G-rock

I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not a human being

I'm Single lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1]

Uh, camo shorts and bubble kush

We can talk she rather fuss

This and dat bout such and such

Damn, man where is the fuckin trust

Im tired of tha hootin hollerin

Im bout to take the coupe to collins

Then take a female to the islands

Uh then take her clothes off and do the honors

Yea she hear I'm wit dem otha bitches

I tol her mind her fuckin business

Shit she prolly out chea fuckin niggas

Im fuckin her friends now her friends aint even fuckin wit her

Damn she text me all day and night

So pissed off she aint even spellin shit right

I text her back and tell her it's life

Now somebody tell dem hoes I'm single for da night

[Chorus]

Yea I'm single make her have to cancel dat bitch like nino

I aint trippin on nuthin I'm sippin on sumthin

And my homeboy say he got a badd bitch for me

And I'm single yea I'm single and I'm single tonight I'm single

And I ain't trippin on nuthin I'm sippin on sumthin

And my homeboy say he got a badd bitch for me tonight

[Verse 2]

Dreads braided to the back

Im chillin but my swagg on full attack haha

And my girl actin like a brat

So wen she call I dont answer I jus write her back

She hate it wen I do dat shit

And wen I get home she go thru my shit

She call numbers back to c who dat is

Man I hate it when she do dat shit

Polo tshirt polo draws

Now make me take dis polo off

Girl u can get broken off

Yeah I'll fuck u for an hour den I'll smoke it off

Swimmin trunks and bathin suits

Den go in the bedroom and tell da naked truth

Dont wanna fuss aint tryna fight

Man somebody tell dem hoes I'm single for da niight

[Chorus]

Y-yea I'm single make her have to cancel dat bitch like nino

I aint trippin on nuthin I'm sippin on sumthin

And my homeboy say he got a badd bitch for me

And I'm single yea I'm single a-and I'm single tonight I'm single

And I ain't trippin on nuthin I'm sippin on sumthin

And my homeboy say he got a badd bitch for me tonight

[Verse 3]

Now she got on her fuckem dress

And I got on my double breast

And he been fussin all day wit her

And I make her feel special like a place kicker

She wanna b weezy f. baby sitter

Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it wit her

I say hol up she say she jus playin

Den I falls in dat pussy like quicksand

Hot sex and cold wine

She left dat nigga hangin like a clothes line

I cut my phone off, both lines

It's bout to get nasty, pork rinds

She came hard, both times

We both say we single and we both lyin

We both wrong but it feel right

Put ya hands up if ya single for da niiight

[Chorus]

Yea I'm single make her have to cancel dat bitch like nino

I aint trippin on nuthin I'm sippin on sumthin

And my homeboy say he got a badd bitch for me

And I'm single y-yea I'm single and I'm single tonight I'm single

And I ain't trippin on nuthin I'm sippin on sumthin

And my homeboy say he got a badd bitch for me tonight!

[Wayne]

(yea) if u single den put ya hands up

If u single (uh) den put ya hands up (uh)

If u single (uh) put ya..if ya single tonight

Hahaha aww let me cut my phone back on man

Sorry but I gotta go back home it's morning (it's moooorning)

What's Wrong With Them lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Lil Wayne:]

Uh, life on the rocks

Too hard to swallow

So we get high till it feel like the sky low

Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo

Money is the song, pockets on high note

Do ra me faso

I rock like a fossil, big ball shit, Paul Castellano

Shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo

That's that nine nigga, lil rando

Sleeping with the enemy so I fuck the World

To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl

The sweetest southern girl

(sweetest southern girl)

[Chorus - Nicki Minaj:]

This is times up

Put your signs up

Made em pick my dude

out the line up

Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them

What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them

You see money you call

Very few are chosen

Looking at the wall

You can feel them close in

Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them

What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them

[Lil Wayne:]

Uh, mind over matter

Money over all

The World is on my shoulders,

Shall I dust my shoulders off?

Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls

Fuck the bullshit, but just don't fuck it raw man

Pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going

And if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin

Sanity kills so I live the crazy life

I wonder if you'll pay attention if I change the price

Life is my wife, till death do us part

Man I'm fly as fuck you ain't even next to depart

Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]

Stepping on the bullshit

You can be my doormat

Y'all ain't going nowhere with that hatin' shit, four flat

Disrespectful on the beat, Borat

Fuck the system and the pussy wasn't all that

Yeah, now time's gettin' shorter

Life on ya head like fucking read carter now

Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border

So much money piled up I'm a motherfucking hoarder

[Chorus]