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[feat. Rick Ross]

[Lil Wayne:]
Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'm a starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne:]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Chamillitary mayne, come on
So many watches I feel like how should I proceed
Trade 1 for a dennys cause all these mouths I gotta feed
Said stop bein modest and pull your watch from out your sleeve
I said I'll never do it until you all learn how to ski
Uh, resume say that I'm paid in full like madd hatter
Flight to saint martin I'm sippin drinks in my cabana
Mention my name hope I don't hear none of the chatter
Cause I'm swearing I'm tearing your whole appearence tell kadava
Most of em get madder cause my money on a ladder
Might not really matter but I'll still turn you into matter
I'm just doing my thing just met a stripper in atlanta
Tried to sit on my lap I had to tell her I ain't santa
Money to gather anything else is looking blurry
I'm sitting on vogues count the spokes I think it's 30
Turn the radio on and they say that they ain't heard me
I'm still countin from ridin and that white n nerdy early

Yea I'm a star can't say I'm not
When I gotta tour bus for a car
Got stacks on deck and I roll with soldiers like ja-bar
While I'm in a jacuzzi watchin your braud take off her bra
Bout to put my nuts off in her jaw, uh

Can't really eat it nah I don't make that type of cheedar
Feelin conceited because I know I get it better
Gave a card that was sayin chamillitary to the teller
Be raining forever are logo should be an umbrella

[Rick Ross:]
Big black nigga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago


[Lil Wayne:]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas center bun
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday

[Rick Ross:]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthafuck huddle up

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm not a star somebody lie
I gott chopper in the car

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