If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be You tatted your face Bugatti, new boo You screamed "Suu-Whoop" Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You bought a Bugatti, so you can flex Most of the bad bitches your ex Tattoos, Suu-Whoop, Bugatti, new boo New subject, new paper, new Class, new school New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool Too hot, too lit, too high to move Two eyes to view, but too blind to bloom Who lied to you? Two middle fingers that's up high to whom It may consume, kaboom, goddamn Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo That sued you with to high hell With shooters that shoot through the iron, man and see through the con man And now he a dyin' man I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan Go over to diagram and get to the job man Watch for the spycam Sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand Give me some time, man I am the bomb, man I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan No we did not land on Plymouth Rock But it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land Back to the block where they got more rock fans Than a fuckin' rock band under a rock, man We need Barack, man I do what I can to keep it solid as a you know what I'm sayin' With some rock playin' You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed) You screamed "Suu-Whoop" and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah) You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex) And most of the bad bitches your ex I started this shit, you just part of this shit I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip Take the heart of yo' bitch 'Cause like Bart, you a simp And your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money Like "Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?" I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit Go retarded as shit, you go sweet tangy I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit I'm a martian and shit, you a orphan' lil' bitch If I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard lil' bitch You ain't talkin' 'bout shit but you softer than shit Walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit In the spot light too long should be darker than this It's Tha Carter, lil' bitch You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed) You screamed "Suu-Whoop" and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah) You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex) And most of the bad bitches your ex I started this shit, they borrowed this shit I thought of this shit, they thought it was it I'm doggin' this shit, they bark and they sit Put a fork in that shit, which drawer to look in I brought in this shit, the starters get benched The orders get sent, then targets get hit Billion dollar smile, I sell myself short if I grin I'm bargainin' then Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit 'Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit Tattoos, Suu-Whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, Suu-Whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, Suu-whoop, Bugatti, new boo All of that shit, just tha Carter lil' bitch You changed, Suu-whoop (you tatted your face) Bugatti, new boo (you screamed "Suu-whoop") Tattoos, Suu-whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, Suu-whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tunechi (If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be) They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot Or a pretty good flow But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne!