John lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fo’ fo’ bulldog: my motherfucking pet

I point it at you and tell that motherfucker "fetch"

I’m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get pussy, 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 fucking the world and nigga I ain't cum yet

You fuck 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 ain't talking 'bout a sketch

I pay these niggas with a reality check

Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress

The money don’t sleep, so Weezy can’t rest

And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh

[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

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas 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 nigga in a icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch 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 hot, swish!

I’m swimming in a yellow bitch in the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop palmolive in a nigga dope

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected got killers off in Chicago

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Talk stupid, get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch I’m Redd Foxx

Big B’s, Red Sox, I get money to kill time, dead clocks

Your fucking with a nigga who won’t give a fuck

Empty the clip then roll the window up

Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon

I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna come

200 thou' on a chain, I don’t need a piece

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E, five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga

I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga

You know the rules, kill them all and keep moving

If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car, so don’t make it come alive

Rip yo ass apart then I pull myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape

Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m Santa Claus

Niggas gather round, got gifts for each and all of y’all

Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up

It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up

[Hook]

• Artist:Lil Wayne