Lil Wayne — Magic

[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] I'm ready, I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow! Rest in peace, Pimp C! Yeah! Gangsta Gri-zillz! Lemme spark up first A dedication! I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow! Rest in peace to Kid Stewart (Trendsetter!) Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah! Rest in peace, my nigga [?] Gangsta Gri-zills! Lemme spark up first Let you know what the fuck is going on (D3!) Dedication 3 Count it 1, 2, 3 (Dramatic, nigga!) DJ Drama! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, money make Weezy; Weezy makin' money I keep my dick in my pants, but them hoes take it from me I go to sleep on Monday, and I wake up Sunday I go to sleep with money and wake up with money Man, I'm on 'bout five of 'em My girl so thick, you can see her ass from the side of her Haha Your girl just came in her booth Somebody better get her a flammable suit I got that bitch jumping like a kangaroo Ain't a thing to do but bang and screw I live in the cloud like the angels do Hey, traffic, let my Vanquish through (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) Hey, ma, this what I think of you I wanna fuck your head off and fuck your ankles loose Then drink the juice, I'm danger-oose I got her clothes falling off like the hanger loose Mm, I be the monster in her closet She wanna go to Mars, I tell her, "Hop on top my rocket" Five, four, three, two, one, takeoff John Travolta with the head, I suck your face off Tell your man, "Take that cape off" I put his ass in the pocket like the eight-ball Wait, y'all, I've never been tall But if I stand on my money, I'll be with God, ha Like "Hallelujah, baby!" It's—It's Young Mula, baby [Break: Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda] Hahahaha Y'all niggas stupid Alright, look, ugh [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Young Gudda Put the gun to your head, make it pop like a bubble When I pop off, you in trouble Gat to your waist, click-clack, niggas' fucking knees buckle Look at these suckas (Gudda!), talking this bullshit They don't know Gudda got a full clip, and I pull shit Leave your stupid ass wet like a pool, bitch I don't bullshit, no Leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit Gudda ain't the nigga you should fool with, no These niggas know me, nigga, knife like Shinobi, nigga Hahaha [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Heh, your mother owe me, nigga Your brother pay me, nigga, your sister lay me, nigga And I made your wife suck my Weezy F. babies, nigga I'm still a crazy nigga, fucking right, I'm wildin'! Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars! Nigga, I ain't even gotta rhyme! Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars!