Lil Wayne Ft.Rick Ross –If I Die Today Fo'fo'bulldog,my mother fuckin'pack I point it at you and tell it mother fucka'fetch I'm f-cking her good,she got her legs on my neck I get p-ssy,mouth and ass,call it triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy,I'ma starve her to death Top down,it's upset?dick f**king the world and n-gga I aint comin'yet! You f-ck with me wrong,I knock your head off your neck The flight too long,I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n-ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47is my f-cking address,huh I'm not a star,somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts Cause if I die today,remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis,I'm talking all brown linen,huh Big black negro,and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe,bitch I that got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high,swish! I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,boss In the red 911looking devilish Red beam make a bithch n-gga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected I got killers in Chicago I'm not a star,somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts Cause if I die today,remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis,I'm talking all brown linen,huh Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther,bitch I'm red fox Big bee's,Red Sox I get money to kill time,big clocks Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a f-ck Empty the clip than roll a window up Pussin'niggas sweet,you niggas center bun I'm in a red,bithc,she said she finacome 200thou on a chain,now I don't need a piece That banana clip,let ya kidders speak Dark shades,Eazy E Five letters,YMCMB Bitch that N-gga,pussys that n-gga I see ya looking,what ya looking at n-gga You know the rules,kill em all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday I'm not a star,somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip ya ass apart than I put myself together Y M C M B,double M,we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang Red on the wall,Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion,pocket gain and 40bricks Son of a bitch,than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma,only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh,hop out like I'm santa claus N-ggas gather round,I got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays,muthaf-ck huddle up I'm not a star,somebody lied,I got a chopper in the car