Lil Wayne - John (Feat Rick Ross) | Tha Carter IV Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Rick Ross)
Album: Tha Carter IV
Year: 2011

[Intro – Lil Wayne & (Rick Ross)]
(Huh)
Yeah
(Huh)
Uhh

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my motherf*cking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherf*cker fetch
I’m f*cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p*ssy, mouth and ass, call that b*tch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call or collect
But if she get greedy, I’mma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset
Been f*cking the world and n*gga I ain’t c*m yet
You f*ck with me wrong, I knock ya 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 n*ggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b*tch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep, so Weezy can’t rest
And AK-47 is my f*cking address, huhhh

[Hook – Rick Ross]
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

[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
Yeah!
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it, and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]
Big black n*gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring ’em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick ’em off they might be high, swish
I’m swimming in a yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a b*tch-n*gga sit down
Thought it were bulletproof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before, yahh
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes (Rozay)
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Hook – Rick Ross]
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

[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b*tch I’m red fox
Big B’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You’re f*cking with a n*gga who don’t give a f*ck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
P*ssy-n*ggas sweet, you n*ggas Cinnabon
I’m in a red b*tch, she said she finna c*m
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
B*tch-ass n*gga, p*ssy-ass n*gga
I see ya looking witcha looking-ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill ’em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday, huhh

[Verse 4 – Rick Ross & (Lil Wayne)]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive (yeah)
Rip yo’ ass apart then I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet, the more that b*tch gon’ bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (yeah)
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b*tch (huh)
My first home invasion, poppa gave me 40 bricks
Son of a b*tch, then I made a great escape (yeah)
Ain’t it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m Santa Claus
N*ggas gather round, got gifts for each and all of y’all (hahaha)
Take it home and let it bubble, that’s the double up (yeah)
If you get in trouble that just mean you f*cking up (n*gga)
It’s a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (yeahh)
I call the plays, motherf*cker huddle up