[Hook: Lil Wayne] Dark a** shades, I can't see them haters Now eat these f**in bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt b**h I'm on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” Got-Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too [Verse: R0th] Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go "pu" They broke down the addies, yeah I had a few Gotta case full of paper, bills bigger than Frank Getting drunk off liquor, call me Frank the Tank Getting drunk of beer bongs, getting high off bong rips Nothing but a thing when your girl got some small tits Getting all this money cause I'm f**ing bossin' Self made b**h, I be Rick Rossin' Born in the field, sent straight to Pardee Fashionably late, b**h give me that tardy Yeah, three letters three numbers 125 affiliated, we getting faded We getting aided, yeah we looking rated R Look in my eyes, you see a f**ing star I am the big dipper, yeah I'm a syrup sipper Money being thrown like I'm a f**ing stripper I don't mean to be rude, but I gotta do what I do Get high up, get lifted, take the Box Gang attitude Gla**es up, fill them all with champagne You can't see my eyes from these dark shades [Hook]