Lil Wayne — We Back Soon

[Intro] Holiday season, ayy Holid-Holid-Holid-Holid-Holid-Holiday season Holiday season [?] Sitting in my Bugatti, thinking about money I got paid Friday, I be counting til Monday Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes Louis on my body and up on my damn eyes Don't you.. Holiday season, bitch! Holiday season [Verse 1] Sit in my Bugatti, thinking about money I got paid Friday, I be counting til Monday Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes Louis on my body and up on my damn eyes Don't you ever try me, I'll murk whoever dare try Shoot you 10 times just in case you got 9 lives Yeah, I wet you up there getting baptized It's Weezy Baby - but it's YOUR naptime, hahah I told you I'mma fool with it More classier than a school with it Now watch me ball like Rasual with it And if it's broke, let the Pro Tools fix it [Hook] I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off To another World, right next to that white moon Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon [Verse 2] Uh, now go hard on em Tune White diamonds around the ruby look like Mars on the Moon Heavy like driving loads on them bitches Like a flower and a Phantom Top rose on them bitches No bullshit, no Derrick Rose on them bitches My niggas bring me them bitches with no clothes on them bitches I promise I do 2's 3's and 4's on them bitches, man I do everything but propose to them bitches Soo Woo to the Eastside Cooker on my waist leave you bitch ass deep-fried If I don't shoot you, you gon' get beat by it Young M-O-N-E-Y, uh [Hook] I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off To another World, right next to that white moon Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon [Verse 3] I am not a human being I am every woman's dream I am a lion, no, a lion king I'm fly, no, I'm flier with my giant wings I sin with a grin I sit a mac 10 on your chin I spit out a grenade pin I'm a soldier put in the army of made men Yeah, ow drop it like it's hot, ho And don't forget the baby like the motherfuckin octomom Lock, load, bomb The fireman bitch, it's stop, drop, roll time, yeah [Hook] I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off To another World, right next to that white moon Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off To another World, right next to that white moon [Outro] Ready for the take-off Ready for the take-off Ready for the take-off Ready for the take-off