Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Sorry 4 The Wait 2 Song: Dreams and Nightmares Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Lil Wayne] Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah That noise in the background, that's my skateboard That nigga Mack crazy, yeah, mm I put my shooters on they feet I just give 'em yo address then I go to sleep The money turned my niggas into monsters The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord The money turned my face into a stockin' Don't make me turn yo baby to a hostage, boy Don't make me turn the kid to a foster My woman turned my dick into a Mazda, Lord Body parts in a duffel The bullets turn your body to a puzzle The money turned my bitch into a monster She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord The money turn my niggas into killas The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla The money turned the bitches into hoes The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord I put my shooters on they feet Give 'em yo address then I go out to eat Had that snowman +N Da Hood+ like Jody Breeze She from the hood but look like she from overseas I say, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya Just keep laughin' to the bank, it's hilarious" I got a stay at home gun and a travel gun Boy, we can sell white, in Africa It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit Now I'm droolin' on my chain, what happened to Wayne? I'm like "Hold up wait a second, y'all thought I was second?" Hating on a champ throwin' salt and not confetti We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and edit Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it I'm like "Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?" Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn't Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business Doin' numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits, bitch! Ridin' round with the volume down with the windows up and the choppers down Soon as we get to yo block, it's the motherfuckin' other way around My bitch say I'm too wild, she don't even know why she stay around I get home and I dick her down now she talkin' 'bout exchange the vows If these bullets was paintballs, I could fuck around and I could paint a house You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out I bring +Wine+ to +Amy House+ we smoke it out and we drank it out And talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about I'm hangin' out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's outta his mind I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime Speakin' of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just Vines Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry My gang top of the line hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside!" I'm a tax payer, I'm a Axe player, gettin' in through the back way-er Red devil to the blue collared, unenveloped black mail Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package My white girls say "Yeah nigga", my white homies act blackish Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL Should've been in NWA, fuck the police, 5-0 and 12 One time for yo' mind bitch, never say never mind bitch You a penny short of a dime bitch, no nonsense, had a nine since I was nine bitch Yeah, born to murder Bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me? They find ya body in New Orleans for Mardi Gras on Bourbon Like oh Lord, Humphrey Bogart It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch "Sorry 4 The Wait".. woo!