(If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be)

(You tatted your face)

Bugatti, new boo

(You screamed, "Suu whoop")

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(You bought a Bugatti)

So you can flex

(Most of the bad bitches, your ex)

Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo

New subject, new paper, new class, new school

New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs

Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool

Too hot, too lit, too high to move

Two eyes to view, but too blind to bloom

Who lied to you?

Two middle fingers that's up high

To whom it may consume

Kaboom, goddamn

Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo, that sued you the high hell

With shooters that shoot through the Iron-Man and see through the con-man

And now he a dyin' man, I turn a goddamn into a God's Plan

Go over the diagram and get to the job, man

Watch for the spy cam, sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand

Gimme some time, man, I am the bomb, man

I am gon' swim till I come out on dry land, not on a fryin' pan

No, we did not land on Plymouth Rock, but it landed on our land

Now I'm just buyin' land, back to the block where they got more rock fans

Than a fuckin' rock band, under a rock, man

We need Barack, man, I do what I can to keep it solid as a

You know what I'm sayin'

With some rock playin'

(You tatted your face and changed the culture)

You changed

(You screamed, "Suu whoop," and them gangsters loved you)

Yeah, yeah

(You bought a Bugatti so you could flex)

So you can flex

(And most of the bad bitches, your ex)

I started this shit, you just part of this shit

I'm the heart of this shit and the heart doesn't skip

Take the heart of your bitch 'cause like Bart, you a Simp

And your water don't drip, so your garden ain't shit

You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money, like

Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?

I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit

For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit

Go retarded as shit, you go sweet, tangy

I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit

I'm a martian and shit, you a orphan, lil' bitch

If I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard, lil' bitch

You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, but you softer than shit

Walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit

I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit

In the spotlight too long, should be darker than this

This "Tha Carter," lil' bitch

(You tatted your face and changed the culture)

You changed

(You scream, "Suu whoop," and them gangstas love you)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(You bought a Bugatti so you could flex)

So you can flex

(And most of the bad bitches, your ex)

I started this shit, they borrowed this shit

I thought of this shit, they thought it was it

I'm doggin' and shit, they bark and they sit

Put a fuck in that shit, which drawer to look in?

I brought in this shit, the starters get benched

The orders get sent, then targets get hit

Billion dollar smile, I sell myself short if I grin, I'm bargainin' then

Apartments and shit, I could park in that shit

In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit

With a cultural bitch, I can talk to and shit

'Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit

Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo

Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo

All of that shit, it's "Tha Carter," lil' bitch

You changed

Suu whoop (You tatted your face)

Bugatti, new boo (So you can flex)

Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo

Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo

Tunechi

(If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be)

They might think they've got a pretty good jumpshot

Or a pretty good flow

But our kids can't all aspire to be Lebron or Lil Wayne