Sleepin’ at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly til you swat ‘em But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin’ roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow down, and I get rear ended Pause! Like a red light, I’m dead right! Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? They say “you don’t know what you’re doing till you stop doing it” Well call me clueless cause I do this Attention all shooters, I’m a shooting star Life is a course and I’mma shoot for Par I’m...

[Hook] Out of sight, out of mind Out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest of my life [Verse 1] Dear Anne, my number one fan I write with the light from the lamp on my night stand With my pen in my right and that’s also my mic hand Codeine in a Sprite can, ink on the white pad And I’m thinking of life, Anne and wrong and right Anne And sometimes I’m right and sometimes I might Cannot find the light still my rhymes are bright So I continue my plan and I’m sure like white sand That they’ll be price paying before my flight land But still I want to see more...

[VERSE 1:] I love the fancy underwear I sit behind her every year waiting for the chance to get to tell her Im the one she should be with shes popular with all the guys so innocent in my eye I could see her in my life she wouldve had the perfect sweet man but see she had other plans I could not understand her and her stupid friends varsitys biggest fans [CHORUS:] never forget the day she laughed and walked away and I couldnt stop her I guess she had it all she had it all figured out but she left me with a broken heart fucked around and turned me down cuz she didnt think I could play...

Yeah [Chorus 2X with variations] Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind So money is all I think of Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe I’m lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R. Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich Dear Mr. Toilet I’m the shit Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick I know but trip and that forty make a chip Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip And the hustle was all muscle just...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p-ssy, 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’ma starve her to death Top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet! You f-ck 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 aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n-ggas with a reality...

[Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Lil Wayne Verse 1] Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her Life is the bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a...