[Chorus]

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father

[Verse 1: Birdman]

Yeah, I'm filthy rich with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em

Tha block is hot, but we still outchea gettin' it on 'em

And keep a tool every time we hit the streets

'Cause these niggas act a fool, and we be quick to put it on 'em

Them tear drops, homie

We so not the nigga to fuck with, 'cause we will pop

.40 cal, keep it cocked, nigga, ready to block

Keep a gun, a extra clip, homie, that's how we rock

And like father, like son, daddy, we don't borrow

We stay on the grind, homie, 'cause we grind harder

And fuckin' with me, homie, you won't like

You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night

We got them birds flyin' out, and we done loud the pipes

We do this state-to-state thing and cheat the price

And Rufus came home, and I told him, "They shady"

'Cause he would tell me about them pussy niggas back in the eighties, baby

[Chorus]

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven

He was my teacher, so I was like, "Fuck the lesson"

He was my preacher, so I was like, "Fuck the reverend"

My mother Cita, she said that I was with the devil

My mother Cita, now say that he was sent from heaven

So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me

And I remember what my poppa told me

Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Yeah, I'm outchea, homie, pitchin' the game

And, yes, I do the whole thing, nigga, give me my change

Yes, we do them old things, out that brand new Range

Lil' nigga like his father, homie, doin' his thing

We keep the gun for the paper, homie, aimed and cocked

Every nigga in my circle, homie, ready to pop

We be ridin' drop top, that's just how we rock

And I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father

Alright, money on my mind

Look, I-I-I I hear you niggas whisperin'

I say whisperin' 'cause you niggas ain't hollerin' 'bout shit

Po' pussy ass niggas gangsta and me

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Look, Birdman Jr., fuck the world, pops

And we gon' keep it movin', even if the world stops

Stay strapped and laced like girl socks

Stay dapped and draped like a birthday cake

Birthdays was the worst days

Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty

You know, I do believe the money's cursed me

So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me, huh

Little Wizzle, but you can just call me first place

And poppa taught me, "Paper chase, never skirt chase"

I put you niggas in the closet, in the shirt space

You niggas yellow like Sesame Street, Bert's face

Worst case scenario, burial

Two-tone Carrera like Mascara, uh

A G4 take your boy where ever

Like Father, Like Son, the era

Nigga

[Chorus]

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father

There ain't no love

The love of a father, father, father, father, father