[Verse 1:Tyga]
Ha! Peek-a-boo, b**h! Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest sh**
Gorillas in the mist, pro-black: pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes: King Kong clips
Silence Lambs, b**h; run through your land trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If sh** hits the fan, I Ron Artest n***as
This how I'm living: getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my b**hes simple: lay back, relax ya mental
sh**, you know what I do, tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented, the man car k**ing
Gossipping? f** the car! Look at the man in it!
Ha! Boys-to-man business, we don't hire b**hes
Just fire b**hes: Young Money fire spitters
Them red ants is with us
And they ain't ate they dinner
Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish
I'm k**in these records, they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f** if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I'm still gonna get my f**ing percentage
I cuss a lot cause b**h I'm seers
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, b**h
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big: weigh me
Them crazy freaky b**hes tryna to Cirque du Soleil me
Got some new b**hes, trail got em' laughin'
The one that gave me head can s** the nail out a casket
Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet
f**in' with me is like steppin' on the tail of a dragon
Wet p**y is my cabin, more b**hes than a pageant
I keep a house full n***a, call me Bob Saget
Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we ain't in the buildin', we the f**in' contractors
YM, muthaf**a, why hate it?
Young Money down your throat, ya gotta stay hydrated
Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady
Open up ya mouth, and catch a bomb baby
Good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner, Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doone
I'm warnin' you: we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That's b**hes and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hip-hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load
I load millions... and more millions
Money to the ceilings?
n***a, NO CEILINGS!
[Verse 3: Shanell]
Step up in this b**h, 5 o'clock in the morning
The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning
I'mma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all n***as need a lesson on some ethic; you gon' learn now
I do this for the love of it; saliva, cause I love to spit
And I juke it; for my future records, y'all gon' love to spin
f**ing with my brethren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in: Silver John Long
But he's more like platinum; hold up, here's a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me, where is Mack Maine?
...That's all I have