[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