S On My Chest DJ Khaled (Ft. Birdman & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead
(Alright, alright)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (Uh-huh)
I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (Yeah)
I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (Yeah)
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead, that be that (Uh)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money (If stunna say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead, that be that)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money (If stunna say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead)
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead, I'm in bitch)
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead (If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead, [You dig?])

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Reporting from Kim's corner store
Hollygrove, 17th carnivore
Ridin' through the city in a Tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur, huh
Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors, yup
Red thick women (Uhh), I's adore
I'm a whore, you know that I'm a whore, yup
Cash Money, Cash Money, monster boys
Mafia bitch, even the cops avoid
And you say you want beef, then I got you, boy, uh
I'll just let the Big Mac, whop' a boy
See my dreads hangin' lookin' like a rasta, boy
Fuck with my roster and I turn into Mufasa, boy, haha
We run up in your casa, boy
And blast off like NASA, boy, haha