[Verse One - Lil Wayne]
Nice tires on the 'Ghini
You should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable zuchini
I live on the beach
She walk around in her bikini
Girls are like a school
And I cut 'em like seniors
I'm here to distinguish
The bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap,
Get some money in between it
Glocks like police
Pumps like FEMAs
This beat gettin' totaled
Pam, Keisha, Kema
Sittin' on the world
Thinkin' bout a girl
Pistol on my side
Paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket
Pulled out a party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
H-H-Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit
Lookin' for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church like a choir and a couple of old priest-es
Elevator in my crib cause it's five floors
I'm not expectin' you to have one inside yours
Vince Young, suicide doors
Life's a bitch, now die for her
[Verse Two - Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write
The way I'm eating niggas wish they had my appetite
Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Apple white
I pull four then I hit the exit door
Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor
Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores
Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy
I made it from a flier to the Forbes, (see me)
Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flier than the store
Dropping babies out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat
Got your son looking up to me like I'm 6 feet
Your daughter need someone to save her, not me
I knocking hoes down like Layla Ali
Try he and I'm a put the toaster to ya kidney
Then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney
Damn, it's no ceilings like a Colosseum
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea
The way I'm leaning I'm annoyed if I stand still
Flow harder than an anvil
Short
[Verse Three - Gudda Gudda]
Okay, it's Gudda hoe
All about my Bills like Buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets
I heard she was an undercover hoe
Purple got me moving slow
Like I'm in a snail race
Pop pop pop 3 shots to the head
Then I pick up my shell case
Leave em with a pale face
Yes I am a young money goon
Your girl like a motion picture she be cummin' soon
I do a certain rule, I pop her like balloons
I dance her of to Mills and drop her off the tune
Couple screws lose, wanna play with him
This is No Ceilings bitch, ruthless like a stadium
We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in
You want us club, well nigga pay us then
All grey B.M., I'm getting from my baby M
She told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in
Don't play no games hoe
You know my name hoe
G-U-D-D-A, propane flow
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