Lil Wayne - U.O.E.N.O. lyrics

Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9 Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin' Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics Got guns bigger than you n******g, I don't f** with new n***as I blue's your b**h a** hopes somebody give you rhythm I got animal all in my flow Take your shoes off at the door n***as feed these b**h's lies, n***a don't food poison my ho I buy my d** for the low, like a coupon on at the store My n***a's like Kanye with that good My n***a's like Lou Rawls with that blow n***as sayin they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke I saw yo' b**h and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go Boy I get up in that p**y and hit her with moves you don't even know n***a's be trippin' over these ho's, I done came too far to get close I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat n***a's be lukewarm at the most And when I'm through ballin' I coach Shout out to my n***a Mac Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it Tunechi My kids already rich and they don't even know These n***a's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored My b**h rolling my weed, she don't even smoke Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, n***a Uh My cologne illegal in nine countries I found a way like it was hiding from me Yeah, my weed good, my s** better b**h, don't text me no long letters I'm ahead of the game, I need a bl**job Most of these ho's ain't got no job And these n***a's goin' buy em' everything You goin' f** around, and get the ho robbed I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums I woke up this morning, dick rock hard Dick harder than a armadilla' MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this sh** for all my n***a's Her mouth, p**y, or a**hole, life is full of hard decisions If she ain't f**in', she get the boot Let me write this b**h a parking ticket Ain't got time for love life All I know is get paid I'm high like Bonjour Twisted like french braids I got my own shoes, SLIME T, I feel like MJ I'm working that graveyard shift, man these n***a's been dead Uh I feel asleep in that p**y and I didn't even know I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her Yeah Don't f** with these f** n***a's, you already know us I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise Yeah Pa** that weed to the next n***a Blunt longer than a tongue twista Ho's want this scud missile I'mma ball, like Crystal Lil Tunchi league, young s** pistol New money, no wrinkles I'm hard headed, Ocho Dedication Cinco Uh What up 5? Rocko f** with me! Yeah! Future f** with me! Yeah! T, I feel like MJ I'm working that graveyard shift, man these n***a's been dead 5!