[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I tell her "now gon' pop that p**y for a real n***a"
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
n***as is jealous, but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord is my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hoola hoop
Karma is a b**h? Well just make sure that b**h is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm, Ray Charles to the bullsh**
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split!
[Hook: Drake]
She just started to pop it for a n***a and looked back, told me baby it's real
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal
Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but sh**, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest n***as in the f**ing game right now, she will
Do it for the realest n***as in the f**ing game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest n***as in the f**ing game right now, she will
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I tell her "go on! Pop that p**y for me"
Haters can't see me but b**hes still looking for me
And you could take it to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that "wine and dine"
Try to check me and I'mma have em checkin pulses
They say "choose wisely" that's why I was chosen
Rocking like the asphalt, it's the cash's fault
Looked in the face of d**h and took it's mask off
Now I like my house big and my gra** soft
I like my girl's face South and her a** North
But I'm Ray Charles to that bullsh**
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Pandemonium, she cause that
Toss it up, and I stuff 'em where her draws at
That's on everything like feets that's on my floor mats
Red bottoms, spikes on 'em, that's dos stacks
Speakin' Spanish while she tannin', body no fat
Shawty body body got me on my 4th stack
Pink champagne, order Moët
Rollin' airplanes, where I land at?
I levitate over numbers you n***as never make
The Columbians callin', I tell 'em "perate"
Every summer I celebrate with a new estate
Let's get the f** out this club, call it the great escape
She wrap her lips 'round a n***a, just like a chinchilla
Crap table Bellagio, I'm a big tipper
My life a stage I need her just to stand on it
Every time she look back, I toss a band on it
[Hook]