.44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet

I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"

I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch 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 fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet

You fuck 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 niggas with a reality check

Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress

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

And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]

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 niggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Big black nigga in a icy watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop

Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish

I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss)

In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha)

Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time

Drop palmolive in a nigga dope

Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah)

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

Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]

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, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

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

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Talk stupid, get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx

Big B's, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck

Empty the clip then roll the window up

Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon

I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum

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

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga

I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga

You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving

If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh

[Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]

I'm not a star, somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah)

Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang"

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah)

Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks

Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah)

Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus

Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y’all

Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah)

If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga)

It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah)

I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

I'm not a star, somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

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