[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Leggo, OK

Bitch, I'm me, American Gangster

Weezy F. Baby, born in a manger

Trouble is my friend, I ain't foreign to danger

Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels

Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo

New Orleans a-hole; frio, fuego

All about my bread like bagels, they know

I'm raw like Quaaludes

Bal' like gay hoes

Weed so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes

Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s

Niggas want problems, well I am problematic

It's back to picking cotton, 'cause you niggas cotton candy

I'm a Eastside Damu

Deep water Shamu

Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo

Kush in the bamboo

Pussy in the bedroom

Pass that bitch down like an heirloom

Tunechi

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Hold up, hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up, hold up

Man, we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

And we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

[Verse 2: T-Streets]

Man, bitch I'm Streets, I rep that East

Gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in the grease

Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets

I fucked that bitch: mission complete

Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation

I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with imitations

Young Money nigga, ain't no limitations

I don't play games, niggas simulation

Which one of y'all niggas say you 'bout it?

It's a fucked up world, T-Streets take you out it

That's word to the Glock

Glock in the sock

Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock

Hol' up

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Married to the money, you welcome to the reception

And she came with problems; fuck it, that's my stepsons

Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come

And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, uh

Based on a true story

I got a million flows, they ain't even two stories

Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn

Shoot down the early bird, and that's how I get the worm

Yeah, Real Nigga University, Alumni

Just checked my watch, and that bitch said sometimes

She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul-searching

And they say money talks, well it's my spokesperson, uh

Grab a star from the sunroof

I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true

Yeah, Young Money and the power

Send my B's at you, like a motherfucking flower

Hold Up

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

Man, we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

And we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up