Lil Wayne - If I Die Today lyrics

[Lil Wayne] 44' bulldog, my mother f**in pet I point it at you and tell dat motha f**a fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth and a**, call dat b**h triple threat When I was in jail she let me call an collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to d**h Top down, it's upset been f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet! You f**k 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 Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a b**h I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f**king 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 co*k it and hit them n*ggas 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 n***a and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish! I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make b*tch n*gga sit down Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop palm olive in a n*gga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that pays your car notes Well connected I got k**ers off 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 co*k it and hit them where it hurts 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, b**h I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to k** time, dead clocks Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k Empty the clip than roll a window up p**y n*ggas sweet, you n*ggas cinnabun I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum 200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB b**h a** n*gga, P*ssy a** n*gga I see ya looking, whit yo looking a** n*gga You know the rules, k** 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 it come alive Rip ya a** apart then I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b**h My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a b**h, 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**king up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up [Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah