Lil Wayne — Thank You

[Jae Millz] Black and grey pink stripes suit Marc Jacobs hard bottoms I'm fly spreading my wings like true And my date yeah she beautiful too She went easy on the make-up but the bitch still cute We ease out the Rolls and proceed forward, ain't a soul I'm passing twice Feeling like a Graduation with all of these Flashing Lights You fuckin right a lot of Veuve Clique gon' splash tonight You damn right a lot of wives gon’ get smashed tonight Red carpets, cameras, I say: “Millz yikes” Shit this must be what victory feel like Got you niggas stuck like still-life’s Weezy told me: ‘kid we bout to know what makin' history feel like’ Young Money got 'em about to hurl like Garnett I throw my hands in the air and scream: “Top of da world'' The champs have arrived thanks for the applause You are far too kind, now pass us our award [Mack Maine] Pass me that H20, I'm in the H2 Passing all my old bitches they hollering out I hate you New bitches that I don't know like, Mack I wanna date you Walt Disney on Ice, every time I skate through I got that blue flame flow, its inferno Chlamydia type of words, they will burn you Your flesh is what I burn through, I’m son-ing you niggas, I'm paternal I ain't going' nowhere, like Joe Paterno I'm still calling shots from the press box I make you niggas cough up a lung like S. Dot Put hot sauce on my bullets, now ya flesh hot Glove over my shooting hand, when I feel the Tecs hot You niggas on da bench y’all gets no P.T Because you can't ball hard like B.D., you niggas wanna be me When you at home you listen to my CD And roll your eyes every time you see me I used to bump to B.G., I got a White House that ain’t in D.C Try Atlanta nigga, me and my brother Toon We riding round in Phantoms nigga, and Maybachs With wheels that cost a fortune like Pat Sajak And we still got that Vanna White We done made it from Hollygrove to this, nigga this a Fabulous Life Honeycomb hideout, Young Money beehive Let me move to the side here comes the best rapper [Lil Wayne] And I will not lose I got them bitches looking at the bottom of my shoes Call me first place Carter, I live in the lead I’ma die with the title, and winning is vital Women is after we get that money right now My paper chase me it’s on my heels like some white socks I’ma just go, cause I don’t really like stop Pull this bitch out and shoot you once in da right spot Y’all niggas phony, the top is so lonely I had to tell the Devil you gone have to postpone me Right now I’m in a race, in a race against time Cause everybody else is like a race against mom But momma kind a fast though, momma told me smash though So I’m about to smash yo motherfucking ass ho Motherfucking asshole, yeah I know this But when you get cash out da asshole you got to be on some shit Future billionaire, yeah I got to be on da list Got a runway in my pants, cause all the models be on my dick Young Money, Young Money, swallow that shit bitch Santa Claus killer with a holiday shit list You could check my imprint two new Tecs and a M-10 Every bullet in him swell up like a Blimp and I get money hoe, what the hell I look like pimping? Bitch I’m winning, ya dig!?