Thank You

Thank you. We would like to thank you

This must be what it feel like

Hustlers and Hustlerettes

Gangsters and Gangstresses

[Jae Millz]

Yo, black and grey pin stripe suit

Marc Jacob hard bottoms

I'm fly spreadin my wings like true

And my date yeah she beautiful too

She went easy on the make-up but the bitch still cute

We ease out the rows and proceed forward

Ain't her so I'm passin' twice

Feelin' like a graduation with all of these flashing lights

You fucking right a lot of ?? clique gonna splash tonight

You damn right a lot of wife's gonna be smashed tonight

Red carpets, cameras, I say Millz yikes

Shit this must be what victory feel like

Got you niggas stuck like still lives

Weezy told me kid we bout to know what making history feel like

Young Money got 'em bout to earl like Garnett

I throw my hands in the air and scream top of the world

The champs has arrived

Thanks for the applause

You are far too kind

Now pass us our award

[Mack Maine]

Pass me that H20

I'm in a H2

Passing on my old bitches

They hollerin' out I hate you

New bitches that I don't know like Mack I wanna date you

Walt Disney on Ice every time I skate through

I got that blue flame flow, it's inferno

Clamidia type of words they will burn you

Your flesh is what I burn through

I'm sonning you niggas, I'm paternal

I ain't going nowhere like Joe Paterno

I'm still calling shots from the press box

I make you niggas cough up a lung like S. Dot

Put hot sauce on my bullets now your flesh hot

Glove over my shooting hand when I feel the TECH's hot

You niggas on the bench, y'all gets no P.T

Becuase you can't ball hard like B.D

You niggas wanna be me

When you're at home you listen to my CD

And roll your eyes every time you see me

I used to fuck with B.G

I got a White House that ain't in D.C

Try Atlanta nigga

Me and my brother Tune be riding round in Phantom's nigga

And Maybachs with wheels that cost a fortune like Pat Sajak

And we still got that Vanna White

We done made from Hollygrove to this, nigga this a fabulous life

Honey comb hide out, Young Money beehive

Let me move to the side, here comes the Best Rapper Alive

[Lil Wayne]

And I will not lose

I got them bitches lookin' at the bottom of my shoes

Call me First Place Carter

I live in the lead

I'mma die with the title

And winning is vital

Women is after, we get that money right now

My paper chase me, it's on my heels like some white socks

I'mma just go cause I don't really like stop

Pull this bitch out and shoot you once in the right spot

Y'all niggas phony, the top is so lonely

I had to tell the devil you gonna have to postpone me

Right now I'm in a race, in a race against time

Cause everybody else is like a race against mom

But momma kinda fast though

Momma told me smash though

So I'm about to smash your motherfucking ass ho

Motherfucking asshole

Yes I know this

But when you get the cash out the asshole

You gotta be on some shit, yeah

Future billionaire, yeah I gotta be on the list

Got a runway in my pants cause all the models be on my dick

Young Money, Young Money

Swallow that shit bitch

Santa Clause killer with a holiday shit list

You could check my imprint

Two new TECH's and a M-10

Every bullet in him

He swell up like a blimp and

I get money ho, what the hell I look like pimpin?

Bitch I'm winning

Ya dig?