Lil Wayne — Stuntin

[Intro: Drake] (Dramatic, nigga!) Well, alright, here I go [Verse 1: Drake] I'm a rapper-turned-singer, and you can tell that he smoke But I don't need my vocal cords, all I hit is C-notes N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm pre-voked I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote Money is everything, and it's every other thing I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing Cash is the right now, women are postgame MoneyOverBitches dot com, check the domain It's coming too soon, album on the way People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon" Oops, I mean a red moon, I did it again, Tune Let me leave a space in for your Blood affiliation, I state Heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I could rap around these other young'un's like a cobra snake Frostbite Drizzy, nigga, nobody as cold as Drake Keep your ass in-line, don't be tryna roller skate Fuck all the discrete shit, I get on some deep shit I am 21, tell me, who do I compete with? I'm on my elite shit, you could tell I'm real 'Cause I'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin' street shit Young Angel, Young Lion, I'm done tryin' I'm just doin', who's drinkin'? 'Cause I'm buyin' It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' Jon B And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit I just listened back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet This for all the strippers 'cause I know that they gone bump it Tell 'em, "Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it" Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes My money coming full circle, get up on my axis Nebby, I'ma kill 'em, only 'cause I promised They think I'm bein' cocky, but I'm only bein' honest I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this I'm just havin' patience, 'cause I want it to make sense White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy [Interlude: DJ Drama] (Gangsta!) I just want y'all to remember That this is the first mixtape you bumped While you had a Black president [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, p-p-pass the dro I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes And they might even say you should leave me alone And homie's scared, 'Cause his bitch like me Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls And yes, I'm fallin', but up, I fall And if your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog I went from penny pinchin' to private planes Never sat on any benches, I got in games Starter, Carter, ball harder Ten girls, penthouse suite, y'all order Whatever y'all please: wine, crackers, and cheese They take off their clothes and put on my tees The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze Cheap-ass apartment, just the kitchen I need And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street Whatcha know 'bout it? My niggas so about it If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it Weezy, I ignore the liars, baby, I ignite the fire I am like a Michael Myers, leave your body in the dryer Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me I'm a bad boy, obviously, pop one at your Ivy League I don't have a rivalry, if so, you'll have a cah-sualty Oops, I meant "a casualty," oops, I meant catastrophe" Oops, I meant, actually, you niggas is just ass to me And big, wet pussy is more like what I'm rather-ing Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery You got short salary, and I got long money I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch (Gangsta!) [Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] See, I told y'all it'd be well worth the wait, right? Dedication 3! Chris, fuck with me! C'mon, it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about Thing's for sure