[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I don't like to dream about gettin' paid You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play Ain't nothin' sweet but the codeine, nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt Nutty Professor I'mma straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These niggas buying Haterade by the twelve pack Like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody Keep that ratchet, nigga Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch it nigga Blow your fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga One bitch on the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone, is in front of ya home She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome "I am unition, call me ammo for short" lmfdo #ianahb2 #lilwayne lil Wayne got da rhymes (at St. Jude Children's Research Hospital)