[Verse 1: Tyga]. Ha! Peek-a-boo bitch! Swag scare your kids. My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit. Gorillas in the mist pro-black: pump they fist. I'm from the Planet of the Apes: King Kong clips. Silence Lambs bitch; run through your land trippin'. Can't pretend when this is real as it gets can ya?. If shit hits the fan I Ron Artest niggas. This how I'm living: getting tatted in some house slippers. I like my bitches simple: lay back relax ya mental. Shit you know what I do tell me what you tryna get into. The man car's rented the man car killing. Gossipping? Fuck the car! Look at the man in it!. Ha! Boys-to-man business we don't hire bitches. Just fire bitches: Young Money fire spitters. Them red ants is with us. And they ain't ate they dinner. Begin the feast; feet lying fatality finish. I'm killin these records they put me in Guinness. I really don't give a fuck if you witness. You hear it listen buy it steal it. I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage. I cuss a lot cause bitch I'm seers. Young no beard get soup. Like gumbo with shrimp. Flyer than Dumbo ears is bitch. [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]. Uhh now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat. But I weather the storm I'm a lightnin' streak. Uhh Weezy F. Baby I do it big: weigh me. Them crazy freaky bitches tryna to Cirque du Soleil me. Got some new bitches trail got em' laughin'. The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket. Shotgun on the kitchen table bullet shells in the cabinet. Fuckin' with me is like steppin' on the tail of a dragon. Wet pussy is my cabin more bitches than a pageant. I keep a house full nigga call me Bob Saget. Spendin' time backwards hotter than a cactus. And we ain't in the buildin' we the fuckin' contractors. Ym muthafucka why hate it?. Young Money down your throat ya gotta stay hydrated. Quarterback Weezy young Tom Brady. Open up ya mouth and catch a bomb baby. Good morning dude Eagle Street corner Tune. Long dough no short bread no Lorna Doone. I'm warnin' you: we on the move. Bunch of female dogs and garden tools. That's bitches and hoes hospital full sick of my flow. Hip-hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load. I load millions... and more millions. Money to the ceilings?. Nigga No Ceilings!. [Verse 3: Shanell]. Step up in this bitch 5 o'clock in the morning. The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning. I'mma get that worm now tell 'em it's my turn now. Y'all niggas need a lesson on some ethic; you gon' learn now. I do this for the love of it; saliva cause I love to spit. And I juke it; for my future records y'all gon' love to spin. Fucking with my brethren 10 years strong. And he put them dreads in: Silver John Long. But he's more like platinum; hold up here's a napkin. Pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in. Tell me where is Mack Maine?. That's all I have