[Intro: Lil Wayne]
(808 Mafia)
Face ass
No Ceilings, hah!
No Ceilings
Yeah, no
(Got 'em)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, n***a
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, n***a
And trust me, n***a, you don't want no drama, n***a
Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, n***a, woah
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', n***a
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', n***a
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, n***a
Yeah you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', n***a, woah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She tryna put this money in her stocking
She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers, woah
My n***as really Blood, and you just spotting whoa
We all over the bread like a Sloppy Joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
Man I swear to God, these pussies soft like a moth
Weezy baby, diaper off, different cloth, different thoughts
Sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his car
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' bout McDonald's, woah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in the Maybach cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, n***a, arson
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly n***a
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party n***a
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley n***a
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, n***a
And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans n***a
I be in 305 though like a Marlin, n***a
And Hoody, he from Texas, bitches boppin', mane
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank, whoa!

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
When we leave H-Town, it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Give it up to real n***as and expose lames
Cold game, got me in the Mulsanne
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris, you ain't poppin', n***a
You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
If it ain't OG, I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them n***as ain't tough, they just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them n***as targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us, you might not make it out 'em
Phone calls in the morning, say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch at my grandma's house
Watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, n***a
Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground 'cause the shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
While I'm outchea eatin', n***a, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
I thought of Tune, called back, told him, "Give me two"
That's what I do
If you ain't got no Daytons, you ain't poppin', n***a
One time for my low-riders hoppin', n***a
[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah, eah, eah
Nah, nah nah, nah
Yeah