John

John （翰）-Lil Wayne （尔·韦恩）/Rick Ross

Fo'fo'bulldog'my muthaf-cking pet

I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch

I'm f-cking her good'she got her legs on my neck

I get p-ssy'mouth and a**'call that b**ch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy'I'ma starve her to death

Top down'it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I ain't cum yet

You f-ck with me wrong'I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long'I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a b**ch I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

An AK47is my f-cking address'huh

I'm not a star'somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today'remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis'I'm talking all brown linen'huh

Big black n-gga'and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe'b**ch I got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high'swish

I'm swimming in the yellow b**ch'boss

In the red 911looking devilish

Red beam make a b**ch n-gga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a n-gga d**e

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected'got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star'somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today'remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis'I'm talking all brown linen'huh

Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther'b**ch I'm red fox

Big bee's'Red Sox

I get money to kill time'dead clocks

Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a f-ck

Empty the clip than roll a window up

P-ssy n-ggas sweet'you n-ggas center bun

I'm in a red b**ch'she said she finna cum

200thou on a chain'I don't need a piece

That banana clip'let Chiquita speak

Dark shades'Eazy E

Five letters'YMCMB

B**ch a**n-gga'p-ssy a**n-gga

I see ya looking'what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules'kill em all and keep moving

If I died today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star'somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don't make it come alive

Rip yo a**apart than I put myself together

YMCMB'double M'we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that b**ch gon bang

Red on the wall'Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b**ch

My first home invasion'pocket gain and 40bricks

Son of a b**ch'than I made a great escape

Ain't it funny momma'only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh'hop out like I'm santa claus

N-ggas gather round'got gifts for all of y'all

Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up

It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays'muthaf-ck huddle up

I'm not a star'somebody lied'I got a chopper in the car

Yeah