[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Verify, got haircut

Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don't smell like it

The motherfuckers pointing fingers

Be the same ones that have nail bitin'

Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil' niggas

When ya shit fall, don't be surprised

Acting like you didn't hear timber

I'm caffeinated, I'm half-sedated

I started from the bottom, I gravitated

I'm validated, I'm a trigger happy nigga

And it's sad to say it, but I had to say it

I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once

With all of my thank yous added up

I still can't thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks

I've been gettin' money since Shabba Ranks

The car I'm in brand spankin' new, it just got spanked

Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw

Rest in peace to Pimp C too

Fuck your bulletproof vest (blat) I still need proof, my nigga

I hate you like mustard, I'm disgustin'

I'm aiming at your chest, hit your face, I'm just rusty

Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy

Lookin' for a breath of fresh air, it's hidin' from me, fuck

Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief

I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin' like a stampede

She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need

The type of bitch that every man leave

That ain't cool, and she wearin' sleeves, but chill, just chill

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]

Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah

Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I'll always keep it real

You just need to chill, oh, oh

Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)

Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)

Yeah, girl, you gotta chill

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches

Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes

Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical

Man I swear I'm so armed, I feel like I got tentacles

Niggas bumpin' their gums, I feel like Orajel

Got 'em scratchin' their head, combin' out broken nails

See I give 'em my love, but I'm an indian giver

Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper

I break the bank with a sledgehammer

Cellphone rings like Saturn

Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon

I hide money everywhere, that's my hidden talent

One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas

If you got a problem, I'll fix that like, yeah nigga I'm maintenance

Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance

I'll ask a rat, "Why be a rat?" then kill him while he explainin'

Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left

And if any nigga wanna step to me tell 'em hurry up and take bigger steps

My bitch deep, I get in depth, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout

She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out

That's real

So real

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]

Yeah, you know that I'll always keep it real

You just need to chill, oh, oh

Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)

I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill

Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)

Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)

Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)

Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill

Girl, you gotta chill

[Outro: French Montana & Justin Bieber]

Yeah, Tunechi

Shawty is you gon' ride 'til it's over? (Ride, 'til it's over)

Man we gettin' high, never sober (High, never sober)

Still ridin' dirty 'til it's over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)