I'm a G

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uh I wear a gun like a girdle

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered

You heard me

Yeah and I'm a G

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley

I gotta few slugs, don't tempt me

Khaled put me up on the fur mats

I'm a million dollar nigga, let's confirm that

I rep Carol City out in Vegas

And the Magic hundred thousand dollar bracelet

More guns than The Matrix

Neo, reload get your face twist

Cartel cocaine by the cases

Cartel more cars than the races

AK's on the lear jet

G4 Rick Ross I'm a real threat

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uh I wear a gun like a girdle

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered

You heard me

Yeah and I'm a G

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh

[Verse 2: Brisco]

Standin' in the blue house, chopper in my right hand

Stomach growlin' and Brisc gotta feed the fam

I gotta meet the man, the man with them kilograms

He 'bout to get jammed by the Opalocka goon

I found the needle in the hay stack

Put boy in and flood the streets I got my weight back

Now I'm known around Dade as the young don

Ain't no bitch made pussy where I come from

And them dicks ain't stoppin' shit

Eight pounds on the peak and bird fare on the wrist

So far so hood

When the rounds hit his ass, it ain't look so good

Now he leavin' in the black bag

He the roach, the Brisc' be the black flag

And don't leave your dope round me

Straight gutta fo real, ask your homie 'bout me

I'm a G

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uh I wear a gun like a girdle

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered

You heard me

Yeah and I'm a G

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Fat paper bag, brown paper bag

Rubberband green paper cash

Fuck with it get the laser tag

Y'all niggas better wave a flag, it is over

I walk with a hand gun ride with a pump

"Vroom" it must be the coupe or somethin'

Since I love her I'm a put some candy on that hoe

I go topless, no panties on that ho

See, y'all niggas think it's sweet

Sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth, like that bwoy

I got guns where guns ain't supposed to be

You need to get a full dose of me

I'm crack

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uh I wear a gun like a girdle

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered

You heard me

Yeah and I'm a G

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]

Niggas know I'm militant

Know who you dealin' with

Fuck your pretty whip

You niggas ain't killin' shit

Every bird I whip

Fuckin' every bird I'm with

I'm your Makaveli sucker with a murder hit

Y'all niggas ain't trill

Y'all niggas know the deal

Y'all niggas won't deal

What you talkin' is irrelevant

This shit would leave a hole in a elephant

So if I got it then I'm sellin' it

Need cheese cake like Fredrick

Your hear the rhetoric

Prick, you not a predicate

Rick in the seven-six

Six shot medal kit

Ross

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uh I wear a gun like a girdle

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered

You heard me

Yeah and I'm a G

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Rosss!