Young Money Hospital (feat. Lil’ Wayne)

Young Money Hospital, I am so sick

Kill you and your dogs, you can call me Mike Vick

Imma get, get silly, sick, sick with it

Foolish like Shawty Lo and Imma get, get, get it

Stick shift kitted, Maserati Orange

Got my top let back with the Kamikaze doors

Hoes all over me, crazy no controlling me

I hop up in them draws and put that dick up in her ovaries

Gudda bitch you know it's me, I spit cooked coke

So when I rap it comes out like a quarter key

Conduct disorderly, .44, bulldogs barking start sparking

And rip out your arteries

I'm fresh off the Carter 3

Money ain't a thing motherfucker, it's the only thing

Bitch, don't bother me

My car so big the license plate says pardon me

Yeah, Louie V locs on

And my jewelry just singing like a slow song

Young Moola bitch

You fucking with some soldiers, hoorah bitch

Hollygrove gangsta, mixtape mangler

Wheels on the coupe, lips bigger than Tapanga's

Two middle fingers, you don't know my anger

Better call the rangers, but you gon need the angels

No homo, I got money out the anus

And I got the girls screaming please Little Wayne us

Let me explain this, i'm like Travis Barker

I got stripes, i'm strapped and i'm famous

I tell myself you ought to be shameless

I pop a pill, and now I feel painless

And I'ma shoot that if I aim this

And I ain't talking about no motherfucking sidekick

Like, I fuck that other side bitch

East side I ride around, you know who you ride with

Then i'm at the hospital, if you survive it

Then i'm at your funeral, just to see your body

Pussy ****, i'm a hitman

And when it comes to pussy, ****, i'm a clit man

Shit man, i got your girl on my arm like a wristband

And anything I do my clique can

They can lean on me like a kickstand

I'ma take us to the top

And know it's not a rumor, it's the rock