[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Pull up to the house in somethin' you can't pronounce
All of my chains is out
Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learnin' her language now
I know what her name is now
But that ain't important, if he ain't gang we extort him
I keep my brain in my quota
I do the dash, I won't see flames from the motor
Stay in your lane or get over
Beep, beep, beep, beep, all of these bags, I'm a hoarder
All of this Actavis movin' as fast as a tortoise
Been ballin' since way back, back, back
Me and Lil' Rich, we been ballin' since Nash and Amar'e
I treat the cash like it's garbage
The greener the grass in the garden, I'm plantin' a forest
Red as the ants in the army
Your bitch gon' get F'd likе a test, she got class in the mornin'
Moonwalk, lеt the juice talk
Got sticks, got racks, no pool balls
Don't think I won't shoot 'cause I'm a superstar
I can shoot for the stars, hit a shootin' star
I can walk it like I talk it with my shoes off
Soft chinchilla in the villa, that's too hard
Fuckin' on a lil' bitch, said her boyfriend a crip, cut her off
Think she tried to give me blue balls
Cheek, cheek, turn one booty, cheek, cheek, turn one booty
Cheek, cheek, turn both booty cheeks, they go boom, bong
I got one hoe with me, she got somethin' for me
Let me take off this red and get blew on
Pull up to the house in somethin' you can't pronounce
All of my chains is out
Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learnin' her language now
I know what her name is now
But that ain't important, if he ain't gang we extort him
I keep my brain in my quota
I do the dash, I won't see flames from the motor
Stay in your lane or get over
Beep, beep, beep, beep, all of these bags, I'm a hoarder
All of this Actavis movin' as fast as a tortoise
Been ballin' since way back, back, back
Me and Lil' Rich, we been ballin' since Nash and Amar'e
I treat the cash like it's garbage
The greener the grass in the garden, I'm plantin' a forest
Red as the ants in the army
Your bitch gon' get F'd likе a test, she got class in the mornin'
Moonwalk, lеt the juice talk
Got sticks, got racks, no pool balls
Don't think I won't shoot 'cause I'm a superstar
I can shoot for the stars, hit a shootin' star
I can walk it like I talk it with my shoes off
Soft chinchilla in the villa, that's too hard
Fuckin' on a lil' bitch, said her boyfriend a crip, cut her off
Think she tried to give me blue balls
Cheek, cheek, turn one booty, cheek, cheek, turn one booty
Cheek, cheek, turn both booty cheeks, they go boom, bong
I got one hoe with me, she got somethin' for me
Let me take off this red and get blew on
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