New sh*t

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Uh, flow gifted like the honor roll
In crunch time I deliver like Domino's
A different freak for every day; I got all kind of hoes
I slide them di*k and get the f*ck, I never mind them hoes
But never mind them hoes, I got all kind of flows
I switch them up so quick as f*ck, I got a timeless flow
Young Animal, punishing the Pro
Tools
Eating this beat up like soul food, you n*ggas old news

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now ain't you tired of seeing the same sh*t every day?
I mean the same sh*t, Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray
How come you talking out your ass but ain't got sh*t to say?
I spend my money like my time; I ain't got it to waste
Man, I'm so fast feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now watch me spit it in them b*tches face
Tomorrow morning I could tell you how them b*tches taste

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
This rap sh*t is our house, you n*ggas just visiting
Young Money Wolverines, b*tch no Michigan
I get in them hoes and reel them in like fishermen
And throw they ass in the truck and we rose like Michelin's
All hail the kings, crowns glistening
I stunt hard as a f*ck cause I ain't getting a chance to live again
Focus is what you better get, boy, we on that better sh*t
All bosses, no executives, you just repetitive

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
b*tch, we balling. Tired of the same sh*t, I need a different toilet
Okay let me pick my target, pick them off, now come pick them up
Big dog, I don't bark, I buck
Tell them b*tches I don't talk, I f*ck
Tell them n*ggas I don't walk, I run this sh*t, I come to punish sh*t
And I bet they won't be flushing this Young Money sh*t
We on some other sh*t, they on the same sh*t
b*tch, I'm Mack Maine
I'm Mack Maine, b*tch

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Now ain't you tired of seeing the same sh*t every day?
I mean the same sh*t, Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray
How come you talking out your ass and ain't got sh*t to say?
Young Tune, motherf*cker, no anime
Dr. Carter, motha-f*cka, come to amputate
Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money, that new sh*t on your face
I spend my money like my time; I ain't got it to waste
Man, I'm so fast, feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now watch me spit it in them b*tches face
Tomorrow morning I could tell you how them b*tches taste
Give me the beat and I'm-a beat the beat like anime
What the f*ck you thought you know, I keep the heat like Saint Tropez
Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money that new sh*t on your face