[Verse 1 - Game]
Used to be a 40oz n-gga
Standin’ on the corner no money for the rock
Now you see broke tell him holla
I wanna throw him a couple dollas
Follow me on twitter follow me in the streets
Me and my tupac zone when I creep
And then I’m gone
Back on my gang sh-t
You know the chain sit
Throwin’ up the roc tryin’ to figure out where Dame went
Aye now pop champagne
Tell them hoes that I’m in this [bad word] with Lil Wayne
We got Young Money, we got old money
We got Jay-z, Beyonce show money
We got Daniel Gibson and Keysha Cole money
And we got haters but that better than no money
We got Taylor Swift and Sheryl Crow money
Two thousand and ten [bad word]  for your money
 [bad word] 
See red when I sleep
Got a red Lambo twenty two’s on the feet
Catch a red eye private jet
That’s me red room for my dogs in the street

When you see me on the creep
Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats
When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets
Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brrrat
Pearl white bugatti
Flash cash flag on the top
Spend a n-gga band and we out
Big money sh-t been ’bout
See this game blood
N-gga gave me the gang
So I gave it to my bloods
MULA
Fresh with the new fleet
All red Y-M-C-M-(so priceless)
Big money on the white sheets
Mil how we sleep presidential suites
A-K’s on the harley Maserati keep me a farely
And my Bentley with the black mag
Brand new Porsche strap stashed
Twenty two in my benz jeep
Chopper long on the back seat
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Take the chopper out the [bad word] and go east side with it
Split a n-gga in two
Make a peace sign with him
Play with the p-ssy
Put the peace sign in it
I never thought I’d see a f-ckin’ free me sign n-gga
Young Carter, n-ggas know I’m blood
Bad red bone sittin’ in my tub
I ball hard I don’t need a sub
Break yo [bad word] [bad word] off like a ticket stub
What it do I’ll show you what it does
And everybody knows real bees don’t buzz
Pull up in the drop top off where she was
And later on tonight I’m forget who she was
Pimpin aint easy not pimpin’ ain’t Weezy
Got too many bloods I could never be anemic
You know my motto put it in the air
And I [bad word] with the game like a [bad word] player
 [bad word] 
See red when I sleep
Got a red lambo twenty two’s on the feet
Catch a red eye private jet
That’s me red room for my dogs in the street

When you see me on the creep
Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats
When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets
Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet
[End]