text: Boy when we catch you its over with
  Even Stunna cant save you on this one
  Yo, yo, yo
  Yo, Im a show these girls how to pick em
  Get em and then trick em
  An then burr stick em
  See im the Mistress, he the president
  His name Lil Wayne, but thats irrelavent
  Yo Millz Im a grab that lil nigga by the dreadlocks
  Kick in the door, break the chains, and the deadlock
  Yo I been hittin his phone, and still cant get him
  I know he aint missin, probably just hidden
  Somewhere in the multi million dollar, condo
  And Imma put his life in the GPS pronto
  I got a call from The Mistress
  Then I hit Gudda with the quickness
  Yo whats poppin aint nothing on my end
  This nigga hard to find, like Bin Laden
  Imma put him in the trunk, since he like hidin
  Tie the nigga up make him comfy inside it
  Me and Lil Chuckee still ridin, lurkin
  Axe in the truck when we find him its curtains
  Yea thats for certain
  He better run upstate, or he gon gagged tied up and duct tape
  Sittin on the block and im so insane
  Tryna find Lil Wayne I even called Mack Maine
  But no answer no ring and no Wayne
  And now im just confused like a pimp without a cane
  So I called Lil Chuckee, I said dog where you at
  Im tryna reach Weezy homeboy call back
  So I took 30 minutes out of my time and day
  Tryna reach the president but it aint goin my way
  Im on the scope lookin for this busta named Wayne
  When I catch him no softness, man its chain gang
  I been around too long, I know he got money
  He probably on a jet, flying to another country
  Or matter fact he probably chillin in Miami
  Wit Reginae and them, chillin with the family
  Get up in the six it go err, make it skate
  After this commercial break
  When I find this guy, man I swear that its over
  Imma put his dread head under the rover
  Shh homeboy im it, and Imma take the maybach and mr g high sticks
  Now back to you
  Imma do what it do fool
  Paint the Buggati blue boy thatll hurt you all of sudden I started hushin and huffin huffiin and puffin
  Wait a minute get em Nicki lets get it
  Im a grab him by the waist and give him some good face
  Then tie him up while I run up in the safe
  Styrofoam cups, everything is getting gat
  I make my niggas tattoo Nicki on his back
  Yo Gudda get the chainsaw in case we see him
  Let that little nigga know he gotta pay per diem
  Cause Wayne think he ill since he copped that Bugatti
  Runnin round with baby he be stuntin like his daddy
  Nick I overstand it in other words copy copy
  In heinsight I want his DB9 and his mazarati
  He slick and he cocky but he gon get sloppy
  When we come across him Imma kimbo slice his body
  Dwayne Carter Whereabouts is a must get
  We all on the label we aint turning to the suspects
  Good cuz I aint trynna do no jail time
  Dont worry bout it Twist yo alibi gon be the same as mine
  And Nickis and Guddas and Chuckees
  We might even get the black card and the pen if we lucky
  This nigga running out of time and Im running out of patience
  Time is money and his life we might pay with
  Probably in the studio thats his rest haven
  Horror show when we meet im west craven
  Imma drag the nigga to Houston
  And straight flip strip down the maybach and sit it on his bricks
  Snatch him then slap him hold him in his mansion
  And call transpo
  We need a million for his ransom
  Hold it up Gudda, he got me throwed
  Cause I just missed him, he was in the grove
  Now he downtown, in the second lounge
  Posted up stuntin, all in the line
  But then he spotted me, tied to break it down
  Then I took him down, the advantage of being young
  Run up to the grove, drag him to river
  Everybody hurry up, I got this nigga