[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Dark a** shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f**in bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b**h I'm on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
Got-Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too
[Verse: R0th]
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go "pu"
They broke down the addies, yeah I had a few
Gotta case full of paper, bills bigger than Frank
Getting drunk off liquor, call me Frank the Tank
Getting drunk of beer bongs, getting high off bong rips
Nothing but a thing when your girl got some small tits
Getting all this money cause I'm f**ing bossin'
Self made b**h, I be Rick Rossin'
Born in the field, sent straight to Pardee
Fashionably late, b**h give me that tardy
Yeah, three letters three numbers
125 affiliated, we getting faded
We getting aided, yeah we looking rated R
Look in my eyes, you see a f**ing star
I am the big dipper, yeah I'm a syrup sipper
Money being thrown like I'm a f**ing stripper
I don't mean to be rude, but I gotta do what I do
Get high up, get lifted, take the Box Gang attitude
Gla**es up, fill them all with champagne
You can't see my eyes from these dark shades
[Hook]