[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my [bad word] Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am [bad word] 
You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
Two [bad word] at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
Never met the [bad word]  but I f-ck her like I missed her
Life is the [bad word]  and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
You know father time, we all know mother nature
It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
F-ck that [bad word]  my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young [bad word] [bad word] and you n-ggas [bad word] ups
I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this [bad word] 
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I’m goin’ back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo [bad word] talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, [bad word]  I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya

Try me [bad word] into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
The [bad word] of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
 [bad word]  stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
Tell ‘em [bad word] I say put my name on the wall
I speak the [bad word]  but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
 [bad word]  real G’s move in silence like lasagna
People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell ‘em kiss my [bad word]  call it kiss and tell