[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them p**** n***** and that p**** s*** they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my n**** Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my sepernt
Ain't got no problems in this b****, for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my n***** in that truck like an Excursion
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That p**** boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I f*** with real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants sagging like f*** it - I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my n***** got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your b**** ride me like a go kart, I play that p**** like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless
[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I dont know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that p**** don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this b**** for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if n***** think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She say she love me, that's the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a n**** but he ain't me b****
I'm the original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, f*** your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your d*** was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
It's f*** the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
But I swear to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
b**** I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this b**** and thats for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this d*** like the Kentucky Derby
[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad b****, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
You see the n***** I'm with, that boy Boo the s***
As long as I got a face, yo b**** got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be bougie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be g********, make a n**** lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real n***** winning, fake n***** losing
b**** I'll leave that p**** with bruises
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this b**** and that's for certain
You f*** with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them p**** n***** and that p**** s*** they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my n**** Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my sepernt
Ain't got no problems in this b****, for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my n***** in that truck like an Excursion
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That p**** boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I f*** with real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants sagging like f*** it - I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my n***** got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your b**** ride me like a go kart, I play that p**** like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless
[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I dont know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that p**** don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this b**** for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if n***** think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She say she love me, that's the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a n**** but he ain't me b****
I'm the original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, f*** your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your d*** was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
It's f*** the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
But I swear to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
b**** I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this b**** and thats for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this d*** like the Kentucky Derby
[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad b****, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
You see the n***** I'm with, that boy Boo the s***
As long as I got a face, yo b**** got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be bougie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be g********, make a n**** lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real n***** winning, fake n***** losing
b**** I'll leave that p**** with bruises
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this b**** and that's for certain
You f*** with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya