[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Bangladesh

No Ceilings, motherfucker

Hahaha, yeah

Uh-huh, all right

Uh-huh, all right, ugh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me

Brain-dead flow: vegetable, zucchini

I live on the beach; she walk around in her bikini

Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors

I'm here to distinguish the bears from the penguins

Life is just a gap—get some money in between it

Glocks like police, pumps like Finas

This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima

S—Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl

Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural

Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party

Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party

H—Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit

Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick

Big-bad-flow Weezy, fuck the polices

Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses

Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors

I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours, haha

Vince Young, suicide doors, haha

Life's a bitch; now, die for her

[Verse 2: Short Dawg]

I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like (Why's that?)

My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write

(Oh, you ain't know?)

The way I'm eating, niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh)

Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite (Haha)

I pour four; then, I hit the exit door ('Bout to...)

Take a trip to Macy's, cop the whole second floor (Gimme that)

Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (Smell it?)

Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Haha)

I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?)

Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than a stork (Damn)

Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh)

Got your son looking up to me like I'm six feet (Haha)

Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah)

I'm knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah)

Try he, and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney (Uh-huh)

Then, I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (Goddamn!)

Yeah, it's No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings)

Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (That's nasty)

The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up)

Flow harder than an anvil, Short

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]

OK, it's Gudda, ho! All about my bills like Buffalo

Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha)

Purple got me moving slow, like I'm in a snail race

Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case

Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a Young Money goon

Your girl like a motion picture, she gon' be coming soon

I do her something rude, I pop her like balloons

I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune (Ha)

Couple screws loose, you don't want to play with him

This is No Ceilings, bitch, roofless like a stadium

We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in

You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then

All-grey BM, I'm getting it for my baby M

She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in

Don't play no games, ho, you know my name, ho

G—G-U-D-D-A, propane flow