John - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Rick Ross

Fo' fo' bulldog' my muthaf-cking pet

I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch

I'm f-cking her good' she got her legs on my neck

I get p-ssy' mouth and a**' call that b**ch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy' I'ma starve her to death

Top down' it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I ain't cum yet

You f-ck with me wrong' I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long' I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a b**ch I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

An AK47 is my f-cking address' huh

I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today' remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis' I'm talking all brown linen' huh

Big black n-gga' and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe' b**ch I got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high' swish

I'm swimming in the yellow b**ch' boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a b**ch n-gga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a n-gga d**e

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected' got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today' remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis' I'm talking all brown linen' huh

Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther' b**ch I'm red fox

Big bee's' Red Sox

I get money to kill time' dead clocks

Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a f-ck

Empty the clip than roll a window up

P-ssy n-ggas sweet' you n-ggas center bun

I'm in a red b**ch' she said she finna cum

200 thou on a chain' I don't need a piece

That banana clip' let Chiquita speak

Dark shades' Eazy E

Five letters' YMCMB

B**ch a** n-gga' p-ssy a** n-gga

I see ya looking' what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules' kill em all and keep moving

If I died today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don't make it come alive

Rip yo a** apart than I put myself together

YMCMB' double M' we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that b**ch gon bang

Red on the wall' Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b**ch

My first home invasion' pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a b**ch' than I made a great escape

Ain't it funny momma' only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh' hop out like I'm santa claus

N-ggas gather round' got gifts for all of y'all

Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up

It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays' muthaf-ck huddle up

I'm not a star' somebody lied' I got a chopper in the car

Yeah