President

[Intro: Curren$y]

Uh, yeah, yeah

Hot Spitta, Fly Society

Young Money, y'all

Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y & Lil Wayne]

Figured it's time that I step back from the game

And peep it from a coach's point of view

So I can see how niggas went wrong and how the plays was drawn

And I can do it how a pro supposed to do

No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit

The line of scrimmage is wicked, niggas is blitzin', you could get sacked quick

Drop back like an all-star QB

Or the top on an high-end sports car with two seats

You niggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry

Looking for vehicles and accessories like I do

And every representor of my crew

I get love from Cuz and the Piru

Slide through the drive-through of a fast food restaurant

Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want

Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese

Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out

The police is peepin' me and they don't think that I can see

I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out

But I'm on to 'em

Spray the chronic killer and talk calm to 'em

"Good day officer, what's the problem?"

You lookin' for answers? I don't got none, huh

I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats (Yeah)

You know the consequences of your acts, I'm gettin' money, nigga, yeah

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]

Hahaha

I know that's right

Hello world

Yeah

Yeah

Uh-huh

Music to Fly To coming soon, y'all

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

You can see me on the Eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch

Fuck the world, make it walk with a leg twitch

Flow retarded, I'm on some special ed shit

The magnificent, twisted like a dread, bitch

And I can get up in the car and drive

And if the record is a smash, I can still survive

Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me

Shit, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me

Yeah, higher than all of the angels be

And, no, I never choke, but I strangle beats

And I am just a player in this game we be

So go blame the referee, don't complain to me

And I used to have a Cutlass on stainless feet

Passin' all day up Latoya's street

Back when Scarface used to sing to me

Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be

Back when I was pedalin' my ten-speed bike

Who knew I'd be peddlin' the six-speed white?

Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite

So if you are a female dog, you don't fight

Bitch-ass nigga, I ain't got no master

Rich-ass nigga, I got all my masters

Bitch-ass nigga, I ain't got no master

Rich-ass nigga