Lil Wayne — 100 Winters

[Verse 1] SB dunks, five seven five jeans 5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain I be wilin' man, I'm a island man There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha, ha) I tell them float on and go on to the ozone I'm so gone My blunt like a pole long I pro long and hold on To it like a trombone I'm so blown and um I got that cock back I don't need that thumb bone So come on, you get the one with the drum on it That's the one that goes dit Di-di-di-di-di-di-dit I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in yo ass Now I'm kickin' in yo shit now I'm pitchin' at yo bitch And she catch it with her lip, nah, she catch it with her mouth And since I'm the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse I tell her, whoa, easy, baby I'm king cake so she eat the baby Wait, shit gets way more crazier We flip the bitch like she was in the gymnasium I ain't fuckin' with the bitches with the stadium That's no dome, bitch, go home [Verse 2] Bitch I spit the hundred winters on my snow cone Lil' nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on Boss man, pimp stro, pimp stro I can let my money go when the wind blow Then it come right back like a rental And make them bitches understand me like 10 fo Niggas is simple, like instrumentals I bet you bitches understand me like info Get ya top chopped and get trimmed low Somethin' like my Benzo, Ridin' with my friend's hoes No, I mean my ho's friends, fuckin' all my ho's friends Takin' all my ho's ends that will make that globe spin I tell these young niggas, pimp or die Won't get that Benz if they don't split them Eyes dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties And if you reach at I I don't preach, I screech and give you beef with them fries Yeah Come to the beach and find I live where all the little seagulls fly See, baby, I'm so high All I need you to do is just shut up and ride [Verse 3] Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the same hood Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool I'm just the young lion and he the young bull Not Sammy the Bull, that pistol on my hip, now I gotta hand in the pool I had a Lammy in school I think it was diablo red I'm t-i-red, I'm T.I red You D.I-ed because of what you said Chyee, I'm sharp as an image And I keep it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish Two twins drink me up like Guinness When I'm finished, I say, "Billion" When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you killed it" Hop on your shit and say, "Weezy, you healed it" So fly I got wings tattooed on me A gun glued on me, but I pop ya in ya stomach Now I got yesterday's food on me Now that was real rude, homie And I smell like a weed plant Young Money mothafucka, where that cheese at?