[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Life on the rocks

Too hard to swallow

So we get high 'til it feel like the sky low

Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo

Money is the song

Pockets on high note

Do Re Mi Fa So

I rock like a fossil

Big boss shit, Paul Castellano

Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo

That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo

Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world

To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl

The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

This is times up

Put your signs up

They done picked my dude

Out the line up

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck is wrong with them

You see many you call

Very few are chosen

Looking at the wall

You can feel them close in

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck is wrong with them

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Mind over matter, money over all

The world is on my shoulders

Should I dust my shoulders off?

Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls

Fuck the bullshit but just don't fuck it raw

Man, pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going

And if you got beef, I turn it to a tenderloin

Sanity kills, so I live the crazy life

I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price

Life is my wife, 'til death do us part

Man, I'm fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart

Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

This is times up

Put your signs up

They done picked my dude

Out the line up

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck is wrong with them

You see many you call

Very few are chosen

Looking at the wall

You can feel them close in

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck is wrong with them

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat

Y'all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat

Disrespectful on the beat, Borat

Fuck the system and the pussy wasn't all that

Yeah, now time's getting shorter

Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now

Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border

So much money piled up, I'm a motherfucking hoarder

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

This is times up

Put your signs up

They done picked my dude

Out the line up

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck is wrong with them

You see many you call

Very few are chosen

Looking at the wall

You can feel them close in

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck is wrong with them