Lil Wayne — Who

[Intro] Who? Nigga who? Who? (I took the jet to Dubai) (I took the jet to Milan) Who? Nigga who? [Pre verse 1] I pop a xan and chill I buy some land and chill I pour up the deuce, promethazine juice And sip it like chamomile I got that whip appeal No I got that dick appeal My bitch ain't Brazilian But I could bet she look way better than Miss Brazil [Verse 1] I took the jet to Dubai I took the jet to Milan I took the jet way to Africa Shout out my nigga Akon Oh yes, the bitches was on me Yeah, they be respecting my mind, shit I had a heck of a time I got a check for my time I David Beckham with dimes That mean I kick it with bad ones They put cocaine on they arm And then they snort it when they dabbin Hoody lying, bout he fasting These hoes lying 'bout they juicin' These niggas lying 'bout they stacks Producers lying 'bout producin' [Pre verse 2] These artists lying 'bout they music Me, I'm still the best rapper I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope I hope a bitch nigga try I know these bitch niggas spyin' I put that dick in her spine I fuck that bitch in her prime [Verse 2] I know these bitches is dyin' Just to be a rich nigga bride But I tell her I'm not the one Not the two, nor the three, four or five I'm 'bout to eat me a juug I'm 'bout to twist me some good I'm in here sippin', I'm good If it ain't Actavis then its uhhh And my bitch got them lips and they full And my goons got them clips and they full And you know 'bout them triggers they pull Yeah, you know 'bout my niggas. They wolves! Animal kingdom, I bring them Don't want my kingpin, I sling em The eyes don't lie 'till you blink 'em The iron on my side for the wrinkles I'm high in the sky and I twinkle The trap house came with the sprinklers All of my homies delinquents You ain't the plug, then you link us [Chorus 1] And I don't need Baby for help (Who?) I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) I don't need Baby for help (Who?) It's every man for themself, oh Lord I don't need Baby for help (Who?) I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) I want Arabian wealth And I don't need Baby for help, oh Lord [Pre verse 3] I could care less 'bout your squad I throw my set at your squad I feel the best when I'm high But these niggas; they blowin my high I throw a check in the sky Tell these hoes to get naked and vibe Your hoe; she sweatin' my squad Please get the sweat out her eye [Verse 3] I'm on a jet so I'm fine I don't connect when I'm flyin' Don't get my credit declined Give all the credit to moms! Don't get my niggas upset Don't get ahead of yourself Cause we cut the head off your neck And put that bitch on the shelf like a elk ugh The sheets on my bed are by Ralph I hate having a bed to myself And I play em the way they was dealt I see you drinking that Hatorade, belch You pussies should play with yourself You snakes come make me a belt I want Arabian wealth And I don't need Baby for help (no) I don't need Baby for help (no) I don't need Baby for help (no) I don't need Baby for help It's every man for themself Oh Lord Them niggas playing themselves I just be playing the field I just be paying them bills I'm just a man forreal Oh Lord And I don't need Baby for help (Who?) I-I-I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) I don't need Baby for help (Who?) It's every man for themself Oh Lord I don't need Baby for help (Who?) I-I-I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) I want Arabian Wealth And I don't need Baby for help Oh Lord [Pre verse 4] I could care less 'bout your squad I could care less 'bout your squad I could care less 'bout your squad I could care less 'bout your squad I could care less 'bout your side I could care less if you ride I could care less if you die [Verse 4] I took the jet to Dubai I took the jet to Milan I took the jet to South Africa Oh yes the weather was fine Oh yes, the bitches was on me Yeah, they be respecting my mind, shit I had a heck of a time I got a check for my time I David Beckham with dimes That mean I kick it with bad ones They put cocaine on they arm And then they snort it when they dabbin Hoody lying, bout he fasting These hoes lying 'bout they juicin' These niggas lying 'bout they status Producers lying 'bout producin' These artists lying 'bout they music Me, I'm still the best rapper And I ain't have to say shit else after that Gone [Outro] I took the jet to Dubai I took the jet to Milan I took the jet to South Africa Oh yes the weather was fine It's every man for themself Oh Lord I don't need Baby for help (no) I don't need Baby for help (no) I want Arabian wealth And I don't need Baby for help Yeah I pop a xan and chill I don't need Baby for help (Who?) I could care less 'bout your squad (Nigga who?) I could care less 'bout your side (who?) Squad