Secret Weapon - Intellectual

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Young Money, motherfucker

Young Money motherfucker

So swallo slow, bitch

Suck a whole dick

Yes, they call her L, nigga

And now it's time I bring forth to you, what I call my secret weapon

Young Money got me over here, the girls flying on the lear

Just to boost my career, pop the bottles, fuck the fear

Funny feeling in my tummy, like I'm on a period

Gotta keep that paper coming, gotta make a million

Gotta fuck a Philly chick, everything is real I spit

Riding in that Mozerati, feelin so elegant

See, I felt that ever since

Weezy got me diamond prints

Told me I'm a star, so it's cool, fuck the shiny shit

Blowin like I'm out of it

And my people proud of it

Fuck whoever doubted me

Money, got it all for me

Steppin out the drop and shit

All this, I profit

No, I ain't a door, so you can stop fuckin knocking

Roll with them real niggas, stunt on them fake niggas

I told Weezy I'm starving, where the plate, nigga

Go get the eights, nigga