John (If I Die Today) (feat. Rick Ross)

[Lil Wayne]

Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet

I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch

I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get pussy, mouth and ass, call it a 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 fucking the world and nigga I ain't come yet

You fuck 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 niggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress

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

An AK47 is my fucking address, huh

[Rick Ross]

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

[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts

'Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon

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

[Rick Ross]

Big black nigga, and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch 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 a yellow bitch, boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down

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

Drop [?]

Make it come back even harder than before

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

Well connected I 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

[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts

'Cause 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, bitch I'm red fox

Big B's, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck

Empty the clip, then roll the window up

Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas cinnabun

I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna come

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

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga

I see ya looking, with your looking-ass nigga

You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving

If I died today it'd be a holiday

[Rick Ross]

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

So don't make it come alive

Rip ya ass apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, 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

Niggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all

Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up

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

I call the plays, mutherfucker huddle up

[Lil Wayne]

I'm not a star, somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car