Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Uh, life on the rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high till it feel like the sky low Y’all boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo Money is the song, pockets on high note Do-ra-me-fa-so, I rock like a fossil Big boss shit, Paul Castellano Shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo That’s that nine nigga, ugh Rondo Sleeping with the enemy so I fuck the world To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl The sweetest southern girl (the sweetest southern girl)
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj] Since the times up, put your signs up They done picked my dude, out the line up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called, very few are chosen Looking at the walls, and I can feel ‘em closin’ Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, mind over matter, money over all The world is on my shoulders Should 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 goin’ And if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if they’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 uh
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj] Since the times up, put your signs up They done picked my dude, out the line up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called, very few are chosen Looking at the walls, and I can feel ‘em closin’ Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Uh, 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 Fucked the system and the pussy wasn’t all that Yeahh, now time’s gettin’ shorter Red light on ya head like a fucking recorder now Don’t you cross me, you do better crossing the border So much money piled up I’m a motherfucking hoarder uhh
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj] Since the times up, put your signs up They done picked my dude, out the line up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called, very few are chosen Looking at the walls, and I can feel ‘em closin’ Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them