That's All I Have

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Nigga ain't let me catch my breath

Nah, you heard me?

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Ahhh! Peek-a-boo, bitch! (Yeah) Swag scare your kids (Huh?)

My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit (Really)

Gorillas in the mist, pro-Black: pump they fist

I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips (Blah)

Silence lambs, bitch (Yes), run through your land tripping (Hahaha)

Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can you? (No)

If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas (Ha)

This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house slippers (Ah)

I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax your mental (Bitch)

Shit, you know what I do; now, tell me what you tryna get into

The man car's rented (Right), the man car killing (Yes)

Gossiping? Man, fuck the car! Look at the man in it, ha!

Ha! Boys-to-man business (Yes), we don't hire bitches (No)

Just fire bitches: Young Money fire-spitters (Ahhh)

Them red ants is with us (Haha), and they ain't ate they dinner (No)

Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish

I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness

I really don't give a f-fuck if you witness

You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it

I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage

I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious, Young No-Beard

Get soup, like gumbo with shrimp

Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

[Break: Lil Wayne]

Now, my dog, T, was just rocking, you heard me?

Hit the weed, T! You heard me?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Ugh! now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat

But I weather the storm, I'm a lightning streak, ugh

Weezy F. Baby, I do it big—weigh me

Them crazy freaky bitches tryna Cirque du Soleil me

Got some new bitches, Trel got em' laughin'

The one that gave me head could suck the nail out a casket

Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet

Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon

Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant

I keep a house full, nigga—call me Bob Saget

Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus

And we ain't in the building—we the fucking contractors

Y—YM, motherfucker, why hate it?

Young Money down your throat, you gotta stay hydrated

Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady

Open up your mouth, and catch a bomb, baby, haha!

Good morning, dude, Eagle-Street-Corner Tune

Long dough, no shortbread, no Lorna Doone

I'm warnin' you: We on the move

Bunch of female dogs and garden tools

That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow

Hi—Hip-hop was washed up

So I brought some change to finish my load

I load millions and more millions

Money to the ceilings? Nigga, No Ceilings! I'm out!

[Verse 3: Shanell]

Step up in this bitch, five o'clock in the morning

The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning

I'ma get that worm now; tell 'em it's my turn now

Y'all niggas 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

Fucking with my bred'ren, 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?

[Outro: Shanell]

That's all I have!