[LiL' Wayne:] I tell em' da bitch ride da dick like a new Honda Wit da cops behind her im kinda Sorta watcha calla' Superstar now some on tryin fuck some superstars mouth Straight up and the guns come wit the money And the work come with the luggage Fuck it These niggas talking big wit a rapper budget I get paid off rappers buddy And I ain't fuckin wit da rat pack I pull up as any day wit some tap tap And that's that Im the wildest from the the wolfpack Back back U ain't notin but a snack pack And when u runnin don't look back Cuz im be coming out dat back pack Clap clap And rrrat rrrat Yaa young weeza Money over bitches Reporting to u motherfuckers live from da kitchen [Juelz Santana:] Hahaha a man wayne dey gone be mad at this I mean see niggas already hate u and hate what u do Niggas already hate me and hate what I do Them niggas gotta hate wat we do CLS Five hundred AMG kit Know the haters be sick when I drive through Ride through two miles an hour So everybody sees me Bumpin that Carter 2 my nigga weezy Whoo F baby F U Pay me I hustle... cops come I tell em F U Jay see Catch me if you can Im the gingerbread man In the V8 all white sedan Im too cool Inside butter yea tan in da seat Same color as da sand in da beach Im too cool And my money come in boot coozoo So screw u broke dudes who hate me cuz im too cool And u kno I keep da piece on me My gun speaks it own language like E-40 see shorty Da piece pop ya your scream poppa Too late your brains already beachcabla