Lil Wayne - Fingers Hurting lyrics

She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep" She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean I said said shut the f** up, put this dick back in your mouth please I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service Tunechi in this b**h, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, b**h I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting Let my b**hes help me, before they leave I check they purses Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off I'mma get these millions and I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third one The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off Got a bad b**h by the curb and like a curveball Let her drank too much, now her p**y smell like smirnoff Sleepin' on chinchilla boy I'm cozy like a fur ball f** the other side n***a we could have a turf war Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and sh** Just to let you know that a n***a still doin' it Workin' like a slave on my roots part two sh** Gotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi b**h Bop bop bop f** on me wrong get the hammer Thank God I'm gone in the slammer was gone for the hammer Stop in the yacht like a gamma, n***as was goin' bananas I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that strong like a [?] I bet my life when we gamble, y'all shippin' keys We shippin' grand pianos, I'm in that Lam Diablo Pew like ammo, I'm gone, two fingers up b**h I'm gone Rich forever Jerry Jones, I gotta hustle Keepin' my dust in [?], like the house of [?] This plane that I'm on is private, [?] on So no checkin' my carry ons She sent the picture, naked, I sent a song But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south beach I told her to come over she said "Ok don't fall asleep" She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean I say shut the f** up and put this dick back in your mouth please I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service Tunechi motherf**er tighter than a pinch nerve, b**h I did answer my phone said I couldn't get service My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin Now I don't get excited n***a, I just get excited I don't get invited to these b**hes pity parties I don't do narcotic even though a n***a got it Countin' all this money I feel like I got arthritis Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin' Let my b**hes help me, fore' they leave I check their purses Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these verses Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin bout the third one The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off We yellin' su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, yeah you here us yellin Su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, blood gang n***a And its the sorry for the wait 2 And I'm so sorry for the wait too Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and sh** Just to let you know that a n***a still doin' it Workin' like a slave on my roots part two sh** Gotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi b**h