[Verse 1 - Drake]
Who else really try`na f**k with Hollywood Cole?
I`m with Marley Gee, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uhhh
My real friends never hearin` from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That`s why I pick and choose, I don`t get s**t confused
I got a small circle, I`m not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don`t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin` so this s**t is movin` kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it`s time to go

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only Heaven`s right above it
We on
It`s Young Money, motherf**ker
If you ain`t runnin` wit it, run from it, motherf**ker,
All right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B`s with me like some honey in this ditch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don`t bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I`m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a f**k, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change


And I smoke till I got chest pains
And you ni**a know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the f**kin` plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me TripleA, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I`m just playin` in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You ni**as can`t see me, but never overlook me
I`m on the paper trail, it ain`t no tellin` where it took me
Yeah, and I ain`t a killa, but don`t push me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
How do he say what`s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin` off tour `cause I made more off my second leg
Muhf**kin` Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you ni**as in apartments
Uh, n-now, c`mon, be my blood donor
Flow so nice, she ain`t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at?
Kane got the f**kin` beat jumpin` like a jumpin` jack
You know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I`m the heart of that, ni**a, nothin` short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

[Chorus]