john freemix feat lil wayne rick ross

Chamillionaire

[Lil Wayne:]
Fo fo bulldog, my muthafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch
I m fucking 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 m a starve her to death
Top down, it s upset been fucking the world and nigga and 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
Prepare 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
An AK47 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

[Lil Wayne:]
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

[Chamillionaire:]
Chamillitary mayne, come on
So many watches I feel like how should I proceed
Trade 1 for a dennys cause all these mouths I gotta feed
Said stop bein modest and pull your watch from out your sleeve
I said I ll never do it until you all learn how to ski
Uh, resume say that I m paid in full like madd hatter
Flight to saint martin I m sippin drinks in my cabana
Mention my name hope I don t hear none of the chatter
Cause I m swearing I m tearing your whole appearence tell kadava
Most of em get madder cause my money on a ladder
Might not really matter but I ll still turn you into matter
I m just doing my thing just met a stripper in atlanta
Tried to sit on my lap I had to tell her I ain t santa
Money to gather anything else is looking blurry
I m sitting on vogues count the spokes I think it s 30
Turn the radio on and they say that they ain t heard me
I m still countin from ridin and that white n nerdy early

Yea I m a star can t say I m not
When I gotta tour bus for a car
Got stacks on deck and I roll with soldiers like ja-bar
While I m in a jacuzzi watchin your braud take off her bra
Bout to put my nuts off in her jaw, uh

Can t really eat it nah I don t make that type of cheedar
Feelin conceited because I know I get it better
Gave a card that was sayin chamillitary to the teller
Be raining forever are logo should be an umbrella

[Rick Ross:]
Big black nigga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch 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 bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
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

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I m red fox
Big bee s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don t give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas center bun
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, what ya looking at nigga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it d be a holiday

[Rick Ross:]
I m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, 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
Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y all
Take it home and let it bubble that s the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthafuck huddle up

[Lil Wayne:]
I m not a star somebody lie
I gott chopper in the car