[Intro - Lil Wayne] Yeah Millzy I see you T told me to do this shit So I’mma do this shit No Ceilings! Yeah Haha Hehe I’mma run this down tonight Alright now, uh
[Intro - Lil Wayne] Nigga we are So ready for the war C-A-R-T-E-R Put the beat in E.R. I’m colder than B-R Add another three R’s Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R Pump to ya chest, I ain’t talking C-P-R Riding this track like a motherfucking street car New Orleans coroner His name is Frank Minor Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard Man I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod Man I act an ass, treat the beat like a haemorrhoid Man I go to work on a beat, call it employ Man I kicks it, bitch get your shin guard Uh Young Money run these Towns, countries I still eat rappers Uummm, scrumptious My goons tote thumpers They pump them like krumpers Anybody beat, I’m going to go Archie Bonkers Tuneche be the wildest Let’s run the metropolis I pop like lolly’s You drop like eye lids The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing And they say money talks, you can hear my shit hollering You softer then nylan, oops I meant nylon Perfection is the goal and I’m headed to the pylon Crown fit me good, I ain’t even got to try on The pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on Tity done told me do this shit So I had to do this shit I get super hero money, call a nigga super rich Keep it super for awhile, let me get on my super shit Super ill, super sick Dog I go super Vick Ran into a super woman, turned her to a super bitch Hit her with that super dick, she be cumming super quick Super Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, Nelly, super Nick Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that’s the super clique Now I’m off that super shit Fuck that shit, I super quit Running circles round the game, like a hula hoop and shit You gone have to loop this shit There won’t be a duplicate And my blunts be super thick I’m higher than a super kick I-I’m the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit When I leave the booth, they got to scoop this shit My apologies, diabolically I’m the prodigy, do you roger me I look in the flames, and see a hotter me But how come I’m still colder than commonly? Yeah, we run this town like a lot of feet Young Mula baby, I’m proud of me