Джон (исполнитель: Маленький Дуэйн Майкл Картер и Рик Росс)
[Lil Wayne] Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p-ssy, mouth and [bad word] call it 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 ? [bad word] in the world and n-gga I aint ? 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 aint 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 [bad word] 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 [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 [bad word] it and hit them 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, and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe, that 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, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a n-gga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop ? Make [bad word] back even harder than before Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes Well connected I got killers in Chicago [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 [bad word] it and hit them where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, [bad word] I’m red fox Big bee’s, Red Sox I get money to kill time, big clocks Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck Empty the clip than roll a window up Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun I’m in a red, she said she 200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece That banana clip, let ya ? speak Dark shades, Eazy Five letters, YMCMB F-ck that N-gga, f-ck that n-gga I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga You know [bad word] 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 [bad word] alive Rip ya apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that [bad word] gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my [bad word] My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a [bad word] than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus N-ggas gather round, I 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 [Lil Wayne] I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah