Wasted

[Intro]

Ha...

Take it, FATBOI

No Ceilings

Ugh

[Verse]

Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it

President, got 'em in the White House naked

Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now"

Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial

Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass

Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass

Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back

Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?"

South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To'

My life is a video and the women want they cameo

I just want them pantyhose, and I'm higher than Ger-an-imo

And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical

Now, pop that pussy like a four-four

I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow

It's Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest

We done put them other niggas on a hiatus

Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data

'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter

I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later

I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha!

G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah"

This shit so good, it don't even smell bad

And you can tell Dad that I'm a motherfucker

You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers

Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long

New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome

Loyal to the game, the game been good to me

Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha!

We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know

Young Money lay 'em down like old folks

You coming with it? We coming for it

Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit

Real shit, people; now, just absorb it

I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring

And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it

And I don't like to brag, so my bitches brag for me

Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming

She give me hot head, I call it "global warming"

If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now

I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow

Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while

You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao

Energizer money: it keep going

I'm laid up, I'm free-throwing

Who rebounding? Who gives a shit?

Fuck that, I got 27 years of this

Hit or miss, I hit your missus

You are local news; I'm 60 Minutes

I—I hit the target, I hit the witness

I work out in my office—guess I'm fit for business

Too many visions, completed missions

Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian

We consistent, the streets commend it

Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics"

From start to finish, Usain Wayne

OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change

You plain-Jane, I'm diverse

I save the world second, and I get high first

I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet

Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep

Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy

I'm always good, like Grandma cookies

Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer

It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer

She going down like the hands on my time-ticker

I'm always strapped—Vietnam, nigga

We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose

We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose

Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows

Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes

Young Money, baby, and the building grows

As we look up—where did the ceilings go?

[Outro]

Hahaha

No Ceilings