Lil Wayne — Wasted

[Intro] Ha... Take it, FATBOI No Ceilings Ugh [Verse] Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it President, got 'em in the White House naked Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now" Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?" South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To' My life is a video and the women want they cameo I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical Now, pop that pussy like a four-four I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest We done put them other niggas on a hiatus Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data 'Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha! G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah" This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome Loyal to the game, the game been good to me Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha! We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know Young Money lay 'em down like old folks You coming with it? We coming for it Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit Real shit, people; now, just absorb it I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming She give me hot head, I call it "global warming" If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao Energizer money: it keep going I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing Who rebounding? Who gives a shit? Fuck that, I got 27 years of this Hit or miss, I hit your missus You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes I—I hit the target, I hit the witness I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business Too many visions, completed missions Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian We consistent, the streets commend it Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics" From start to finish, Usain Wayne OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change You plain-Jane, I’m diverse I save the world second, and I get high first I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy I’m always good, like Grandma cookies Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer She going down like the hands on my time-ticker I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes Young Money, baby, and the building grows As we look up—where did the ceilings go? [Outro] Hahaha No Ceilings