Lil Wayne - Still Got That Rock lyrics

"Drumma Boy" {*echoes*} (DJ DRAMA!) [Lil Wayne] n***a I be hard on a hoe cause a b**h ain't sh** And every hoe I done f**ed done s**ed my dick I had to pour out some drank for n***as I miss I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss It's "Dedication 5", medication high I got to clean up after these n***as cause they be wastin' time And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line I'm shinin' on these hoes so hard, they gettin' tan lines It's Tunechi, I go hard, I put in work Twin Glocks, the gift and the curse Dirty money, no footprints in dirt We geeked up, +The Revenge of the Nerds+ I swear, play with these n***as, that's that sh** I don't do As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food I got the power but a short fuse, let's go I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds You know snitches get stitches n***a, needle and thread You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs Pretty please don't k** my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg Alright, f**in' right, shoot you up at the light Straight take all yo possessions, call that sh** poltergeist And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes I call my b**h Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script Your b**h leakin' information, I just follow the drip Soon as I get that coupe, I'ma go get the rims Toss the keys to my homie, tell that n***a it's his I feel like He-Man when I'm in your hoe You tell that b**h give me my space like a telescope In her throat like Ricola, my system solar I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra, watch that n***a, let's go Boy, my b**hes got b**hes badder than your b**hes But I can't trust none of them b**hes though, like magicians Straight blowin' money fast, I'ma get a ticket Soon as I get off paper I'ma smack a n***a! No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know Shorty make that dick stand up like it's tellin' jokes Uhh, I swear to God, I put in work I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert I spit these bars, this a universe You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke I'm tellin' you, shoutout Turk, it's Hot Boys, b**h +Tha Block Is Hot+ If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock Diarrhea sh** don't stop until my f**in' casket drop Still got that crack, maybe one day I'ma pa** the rock Tunechi, "Dedication 5", whattup five?