Lil Wayne — Preach

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] With my first hundred Gs bought my mom a house Bitch, don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth Watch these snitches, man, these rats think they Mighty Mouse In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping Car parked by itself, robot stunting And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something I ain’t even gotta press a button Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s I don’t eat my words, nigga, I don’t eat no salad I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my palate Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare, go Hamlet You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic Please don’t worry, Nancy, all my weed is organic If my children end up smoking I'll whip they ass if they don’t pass it Hold up, I just got a package I let my bitch test it, with flying colors, passed it Burning money fast like fire on the plastic You dead man walking throw some tires on your casket They say niggas in wheelchairs is half dead as it is I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier Boy, I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill Monastat 7, Vagisil And my name don’t need no adjectives And my flow don’t need no ad-libs The boot, the battlefield Flag red, like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills, for reals I’m sorry if you hate you, and I’m sorry for the wait, too [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Boom – It’s my shot like Biloxi Even my shadow don’t trust me Big dog in this shit, like a Husky 285, 20 pounds of musty Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there In a two-seater, pull up popping 2Pac Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock Eat so much Benihana's I need nunchucks You just a old nigga always saying, "Big bruh" You a bad bitch always saying, "Big Daddy" You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in And my role model was a kingpin I say, "Let’s work," he say, "Let’s work" Let your next work be your best work [Outro: Lil Wayne] And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 And I’m so sorry for the wait, too From New Orleans to the A, TRU You test my homies, we ace you Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view She took some shots til she shot down a grey goose Ooh, this that Sorry 4 The Wait Deuce