Like Father, Like Son Birdman & Lil Wayne

[Chorus]
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Yeah, I'm filthy rich with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em
Tha block is hot, but we still outchea gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every time we hit the streets
'Cause these niggas act a fool, and we be quick to put it on 'em
Them tear drops, homie
We so not the nigga to fuck with, 'cause we will pop
.40 cal, keep it cocked, nigga, ready to block
Keep a gun, a extra clip, homie, that's how we rock
And like father, like son, daddy, we don't borrow
We stay on the grind, homie, 'cause we grind harder
And fuckin' with me, homie, you won't like
You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night
We got them birds flyin' out, and we done loud the pipes
We do this state-to-state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home, and I told him, "They shady"
'Cause he would tell me about them pussy niggas back in the eighties, baby

[Chorus]
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father