Lil Wayne — John If I Die Today

[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset, been fucking the world and nigga I ain't come 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 [Rick Ross] 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 where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black, and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe, that 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 a yellow bitch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop ? Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected I got killers in Chicago [Rick Ross] 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 where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox Big b'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, then roll the window up Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas cinnabun I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna come 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, with your looking-ass 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 ya 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, I got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble thats 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, muthaf-ck huddle up [Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah