"He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
Like smoke in the thinnest air
Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
I don't owe you like two vowels
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
Yeah nigga, that's my bitch
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy"
Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
Am I not thick?
You cant man 'em then you mop 'em
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
Damn I hate a shy bitch
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
Motherfucker I'm ill
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
I'm a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
You cant stand 'em then you drop 'em
Cuz I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
You drop 'em cuz we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Dare me
I open the Lamborghini
Yeah my drop sick
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
Never answer when it's private
Motherfucker I say like face shit without me
And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper
Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper
They don't see me, but they hear me
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac
Call him Dennis Rodman
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you prop 'em
Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me
I'ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
I'ma millionaire
Got da Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
A million here, a million there
I'm it
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
It ain't trickin' if you got it
And I'm o.k., but my watch sick
Tony told us this world was ours
On some faggot bullshit
Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne
Call me what you want bitch
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Yeah my glock sick