Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice on your watch and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started I'm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want show I'm stupid rich got stupid bitch, who stupid thick in Louboutin Don't like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame I won't entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years I'm gettin' it in til it's unreal let's say one album and like ten mill Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (gone), hurt nigga feelin', I don't try to But when you ballin' like I do, you know something nigga, they don't like you Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice on your watch and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started It's Tunechi you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion Ballin' on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em' They hating from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test em' Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the bitches Who fuckin' wit me? all I hear is crickets I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like Joseph Man I'm married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter Dick stay up like it got insomnia All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice on your watch and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice on your watch and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

I got a question... I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Look, when them boys gonna stop pressing me? Can't they tell I'm 'bout my business I'm G Hova, you my witness See me making shit like uh for my motherfuckin' children Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision Homies switching, shit getting different I'm making executive decisions To a broke boy I never listen Fuck your permission And 4 Hunnid niggas in the building now Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh, oh Lord Bitch we go hard, go hard, go hard To all my niggas above the law Cause we don't really fuck with 'em Nah, my niggas really from the streets You know they like to blast on blacks And act like they badge was given from God That's why I gotta stay with my heat I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressing me? Okay i didn't mean to fuck her, I just had to get my nut off She was trucking, I was drunk (She was a bad motherfucker) That shouldn't even count though Cause I told you I caught that body, that's trust You shouldn't count those See me on my bumper 'bout me, barely checking in I be on my business making sure them checks is in She thinks things is changing, she notice we barely fucking I come and go, when I, when I want, I'm steady hustling Get the dough, young nigga get the dough Young nigga, young nigga get the dough Uh, she tell me "Work with me" I tell her "Bitch I work the night shift" She tell me "Don't fight the feeling" Bitch I'd rather fight She like, "this ain't love, how you do me is fucked up Even when I'm fucked up" Damn I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Woah When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question What's my name hoe? I got a few questions, I'mma pick your brain ho I'm bulletproof flexing, I'mma switch the lingo I'm Piru flexing, all my niggas bang though (Suwoo) That's right, no question nigga Shoot first, ask questions second nigga Got seventeen answers if you test me nigga Got a question, why the fuck you yapping nigga Don't talk too much mind your business nigga Hoes talk too much, tryna quiz a nigga Singing cream, getting money like RZA nigga Got a question, who the fuck is these niggas? We don't talk, we don't fuss like, we don't bark or argue Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge Top back as I ride in the RR Got a question, what car I'mma drive tomorrow? Lord, blah, Tunechi Damn I got a question Yeah When the police gon' stop pressing me? YG, fuck with me When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question

Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm saying If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin bout The way we do this here This is a cash money classic And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way imma do it Ya know what I'm saying So, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world Ya know what I'm talking bout look I say Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust Tell Lil One be cool everybody coming up Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich living lavish Those 14s, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but magic Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasin paper paper chasing, look thats all we know Coming through the neighborhood on them 24s Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck I'ma specially set, no testin the best Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk I'll make your mouthpiece so beast like Delereese I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil Weezy F baby for the team I rep daily I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone with it A chrome kitted, a foam pit in the back of it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me Cause the maker of the Testerosta knows me Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright Cause I'm pimping, I'm pimping pimping, I'm coming thru And I'm dipping, I'm dipping dipping, them 22s And they spinning, they spinnin spinning, them sprewells nigga Them sprewells nigga, we making mail nigga Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slanging them slacks Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One

I can't control the way, I'm movin my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic It's automatic, I'm a run away train And it's likely that I tear up this place When I go, I go hard, I'ma show you bizarre Tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) It's automatic my condition's unknown There's no remedy and no antidote It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki So bad tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic It's automatic some might call it insane I assure you I'll be stuck in your brain You'll be falling for me, boy, yeah Just like a domino tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) It's automatic when I'm rockin' the beat Systematically I'm droppin' your heat It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki So bad tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Press rewind, p-p-press rewind (it's automatic) I-I'm Einstein, I'm lookin' for that Einstein Wales, London, Ireland, Scotland I can idle in South Africa and Brazil, shut the club down Bring the bill Ri-ri-ri-ri-ring the bill, br-bri-bri-bri-bring the bill Bri-bri-bring the bill, shut the club down Bring the bill I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic