YM Salute (feat. Lil' Twist, Lil Chuckee, Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Nicki Minaj) - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons

Bangladesh No Ceilings, motherfucker Uh-huh, all right Uh-huh, all right, uh Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me Brain-dead flow, vegetable, zucchini I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors I'm here to distinguish the bears from the penguins Life is just a gap, get some money in between it Glocks like police, pumps like Finas This beat getting totaled, Pam, Keisha, Kima Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick Big, bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours Vince Young, suicide doors Life's a bitch, now die for her I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write (oh, you ain't know?) The way I'm eating niggas wish they had my appetite Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite I pour four then I hit the exit door ('bout to) Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor (gimme that) Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (smell it?) Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (haha) I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (see me?) Young Elvis Freshley, yes he flyer than the stork (damn) Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (uh), kicks neat (fresh) Got your son looking up to me like I'm six feet (haha) Your daughter need someone to save her (what?), not me (nah) I'm knocking hoes down like Laila (who?) Ali (yeah) Try heat and I'mma put the toaster to your kidney (uh-huh) Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (goddamn) Yeah, it's No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings) Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (that's nasty) The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (hold up) Flow harder than an anvil, Short Okay, it's Gudda, hoe, all about my Bills like Buffalo Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover hoe Purple got me moving slow, like I'm in a snail race Pop-pop-pop, three shots to the head then I pick up my shell case Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a young money goon Your girl like a motion picture, she gon' be coming soon I do her somethin' rude, I pop her like balloons I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune Couple screws lose, you don't want to play with him This is No Ceilings bitch, roofless like a stadium We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then All-grey BM, I'm getting it for my Baby M She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in Don't play noe games hoe, you know my name hoe G-U-D-D-A, propane flow

All day long, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Big bank roll, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Well its that nigga that you call T-Raw Runnin' that money like Madoff Yea she gave that blow job then she get it laid off I ain't got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone Sweatin' me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo I'm fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we don't fly coach Fuckin' but she act dumb, kick her out my condo Real G's, Last King, Young Money ballin' I give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic Metaphorically or Rhetoric And I'm shittin' on your forehead 2 girls 1 cup... Yup We did it again Last King YMCMB I don't pay for bitches, bitches pay me All day long, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Big bank roll, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Uh, Knock knock, who the fuck is there? A sign on my dick that say, "bad bitches come in here" Make a freak whore, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard All I do is dick 'em I don't tip 'em like a stripper man I got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea Walk up in the club, pick 'em out and then I pick 'em off Pick 'em up and then knock em down and them I drop 'em off I'ma dog keep your girl from round my type of shit or she'll be milk box material And missing for the night man this shit is just that easy When your pockets sittin' right I turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic All day long, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Big bank roll, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

Sitting on my porch sippin' on Jim Beam Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream And then I woke up, this is not a bad dream I don't really wanna talk about it 'Cause every time I talk about it, I go off about it And every time I get like that I wanna start somebody This world really got you thinking that you are somebody So what? You got a gun, I don't give a fuck about it I would take every bullet and every buck up out it So motherfucker, cock it back and please buck away 'Cause right now I'm feeling "fuck you" And fuck today, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today I say fuck today, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today Don't you see that this whole world is my stage? And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah Motherfuckers talking away, but we don't care what they say We taking this day by day Man, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning And my tank on "E" plus the gas prices soaring Baby momma trippin', tryin' to get me for my money Now she laughing to the bank and ain't a damn thing funny My momma lights off and my daddy don't call And my nigga got killed, man, I miss my dawg The landlord buggin' and the rent keep coming And the heater broke and I gotta warm my house with the oven Every time I think about it, man, it get depressing And the stock market down, the whole country in recession Plus the cops got a warrant out, they trying to arrest me Man, this whole day startin' to stress me, nigga, so Fuck today, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today So fuck today, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today Don't you see that this whole world is my stage? And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah Motherfuckers talking away, but I don't care what they say We taking this day by day Ok, these are the days, the days of our lives Where do you have a calendar, because I lost mine Uh, I lost mine, uh, I lost mine I'm the sickest virus on and offline Imaginary line, you don't wanna cross mine Found a clock in the street, I'm making up for lost time Third eye blind but it's still "fuck the bullshit" Knowing what I got, but more conscious of what I could get Tired of the same shit, don't know who to blame shit And we knew a black president wouldn't change shit Money still a language, well, ain't nobody talkin' They found my calender in the garbage, so Fuck today, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today I say fuck today, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" 'Cause I'm feeling like I had about enough today Don't you see that this whole world is my stage? And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah Motherfuckers talking that shit, we gonna have to see what I did 'Cause I don't give a fuck about it and I don't give a shit about you I don't give a damn about you And I don't give a shit about you Mother-fuck you, mother-fuck me And fuck today, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" Hey, fuck today, hey, fuck today Hey, fuck today, hey, fuck today Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" Fuck "everything gonna be alright", fuck "ok" Sitting on my porch sippin' on Jim Bean Read the newspaper, man, guess what I seen? Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream And then I woke up, this is not a bad dream Young mula crazy

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix