Lil Wayne — Still Got That Rock

[Verse] Nigga I be hard on a ho 'cause a bitch ain't shit And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss It's Dedication 5, medication high I gotta clean up after these niggas 'cause they be wasting time And boy, my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines It's Tunechi, I go hard, I put in work Twin Glocks, the gift and the curse Dirty money, no footprints in dirt We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds I swear, play with these niggas, that's that shit I don't do As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food I got the power, but a short fuse, let's go I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the Feds You know snitches get stitches, nigga, needle and thread You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg Alright, fucking right, shoot you up at the light Straight take all your possessions, call that shit Poltergeist And my homie, he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes I call my bitch Plane Jane 'cause she catch nut like a flight I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his I feel like He-Man when I'm in your ho And tell that bitch give me my space, like a telescope In her throat like Ricola, my system solar I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra Watch that nigga, let's go Boy, my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket Soon as I get off paper, I'mma smack a nigga No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke Right back pocket, flag redder than a velvet rope Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes I swear to God, I put in work I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert I spit these bars, this a uni-verse You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke I'm telling ya, shout out Turk It's Hot Boys, bitch, the block is hot If I ain't have the keys to success I would have picked the lock Diarrhea, shit don't stop, until my fucking casket drop Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock [Outro] Tunechi Dedication 5 What up Five