Birdman - Veteran's Day lyrics

[Lil Wayne] I like my p**y a little wetter, my drinks a little colder My girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders Like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer If Blooding ain't right than I couldn't be a wronger I'm a bad motherf**er, be very afraid Boy this heat'll give your a** a raspberry beret Been in the building, motherf**er, we ain't never escape Cash money is the Army, Veterans day The block had got hotter, the World had got colder So f** a diamond chain, we wearing guns on our shoulder If you want it you can get it, come and sign up We got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up Man we so f** about it, 5-star: count it Could have f**ed the world, but I left it how I found it Took the game to school now I'm 'bout to cap and gown it Got a circle of success, you can say I'm well-rounded Yeah, and by the way my name is Tunechi [Birdman] Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder Tommy's with the flag, spent the hundred high-rolling Flipped it off the condo, made it off the corner Sky scraping condo, top floor aroma High to the sky when I step up in this b**h Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this b**h The marble for the Louie, the bag full of cash Keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab Priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat Junior doing time, kicking up his feet A mill on the books, I'm stunting with a fleet A pretty red b**h we smash every week Blowing on some good Maybach back seat The b**h sleeping good, a mill on the sheets Born rich from the hood YMCMB Yeah Maybach, brrrap! [Rick Ross] I'm that fat motherf**er, young entrepreneurs Zombies in the street we got them pouring out the sewers Most controversial and the motherf**ing truest And by looking at my j**els Im still the motherf**ing coolest Waving your flag, you just a f**ing blood donor And this b**h far from bad, who put these f**ing Uggs on her? Took her to California, spent a f**ing dub on her When she walk up in the club now every f**ing thug want her I'm just so f**ing special, let's see what's on the menu f** the promoter, my crib bigger than the venue This the sh** I'm into, all-black in the rental My chopper be making hits: it's such a sad instrumental These n***as little boys, enjoying their little toys I'm building hotels off the coast of St. Croix 100 mill, I accept nothing less Black Ray Bans at Obama's next address