Letras:Lil' Wayne. No Ceilings. Oh Let's Do It.

[Lil Wayne:]
I got young money up,
And now I got my feet up,
Tune in this b-tch tell my n-ggas throw them B' up
Doing what the f-ck I want,
Hate me all the f-ck you want,
Real n-ggas f-ck with me and I don't give a f-ck who don't,
Lock the CEO up,
And I'm the CEO f-ck,
Prison in February and I ain't in no rush,
Drink till I throw up,
N-gga roll more blunts,
Ball so hard n-gga I gotta go pro once,
Hit em with the shot gun,
Call that sh-t the stop button,
Call me doctor carter,
Aka young wild n-gga,
Aka no trial n-gga,
AK click clack blaw n-gga,
F-cking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal n-gga,
Yeaaaaah, haha,
Swagger stupid,
Pack a Uzi,
Hundred clips n-gga,
Dats amovie,
Aim at toupee,
You sweet as cool aid,
Creme brulee,
I'm sharp as blueray,
I f-ck her today,
Then she gotta skate,
Young lupe,
I hit the beat hard,
Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me,
Get the screwface,
Flowers for the dead,
Heres a bouquet,
LV's n-gga on every suitcase,
YM n-gga it's a new day,
We the champions n-gga hoo-ray
Yeah, hammer in the Louie duff,
Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
Take a n-gga b-tch she gave me brains until I knew enough,
Bullet come too fast to adjust,
I don't give a f-ck about my roof that much,
So put it in my trunk and then the coupe sped up,
Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up,
I'm Weezy F and the F is for Flame,
Eat these rappers chef of the game,
Sh-t on the track, sh-t on the train,
Murder the beat, the beat was slain,
Rest in peace, that's a shame,
He kill anybody song,
Versatile as f-ck I switch it up,
Like Dennis Rodman's dome,
No homo you rock and roll,
Rest in peace my Styrofoam,
Now they won't know what I be on,
Get the f-ck off my d-ck my cock my balls,
Nig money my pockets long,
New orleans I got my home,
And they got my back pause,
No homo, no maricone,
Smoking on that private grown,
He put me where I belong,
All about my cheese, chedder, mozzarella, provolone,
F-ck her for an hour long,
Let her take a shower go,
Sorry baby but I'm in the 'I don't wan be bothered' zone,
Yeah,
Your a groupie,
Get on your dooday,
2 women give me head,
Call that two faced,
B-tch I'm too great,
Take your food tray,
I was born on doomsday,
Ain't no n-gga like me,
What's up to my gang,
Big B's like a Breitling,
Take a n-gga b-tch she ride my d-ck like she cycling,
Then she can't walk, run, jump like white men,
Uhh, f-ck you n-ggas wan do,
No ceilings let the bullets rain on you,
Weezy F the F is for F-ck what you gon do,
Make you people mourn you,
Hehe, ok let's do it