Lil Wayne

Yeah, uhhuh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets

I'ma east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And simon say go and get my mother fucking money
Young Mulah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
And I don't hunt birds, but I'll shoot you in your mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me mister no flaw

Gudda Gudda

Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills tilI I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I goes off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in