[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun They say numbers don't lie Bitch, I'm not the one Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream And you get in every page in this magazine Bumping UGK, talking about a murder We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly Fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl Call it Lady Gaga Glock for Tini, nina colada Suck, swallow, semen, saliva I'm going at your collar Fuck you hoe niggas! Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches...
(I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches)
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi Toaster, tooly, fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl Call it Lady Gaga It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi Toaster, tooly, fuck around and pop ya
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Back where I started on my set, in black All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat Guns the size of children, now don't be childish Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest. I'm a motherfucker, call me Weezy baby And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato My life is a movie, I got a leading lady My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man I'm just saying...