Preach - Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz

With my first hundred Gs bought my mom a house

Bitch, don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth

Watch these snitches, man, these rats think they Mighty Mouse

In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount

Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping

Car parked by itself, robot stunting

And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something

I ain’t even gotta press a button

Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s

I don’t eat my words, nigga, I don’t eat no salad

I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my palate

Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic

Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare, go Hamlet

You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic

Please don’t worry, Nancy, all my weed is organic

If my children end up smoking

I’ll whip they ass if they don’t pass it

Hold up, I just got a package

I let my bitch test it, with flying colors, passed it

Burning money fast like fire on the plastic

You dead man walking throw some tires on your casket

They say niggas in wheelchairs is half dead as it is

I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier

Boy, I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill

Monastat 7, Vagisil

And my name don’t need no adjectives

And my flow don’t need no ad-libs

The boot, the battlefield

Flag red, like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir

Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears

These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles

My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills, for reals

I’m sorry if you hate you, and I’m sorry for the wait, too

Boom — It’s my shot like Biloxi

Even my shadow don’t trust me

Big dog in this shit, like a Husky

285, 20 pounds of musty

Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear

He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there

In a two-seater, pull up popping 2Pac

Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock

Eat so much Benihana’s I need nunchucks

You just a old nigga always saying, «Big bruh»

You a bad bitch always saying, «Big Daddy»

You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie

Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in

And my role model was a kingpin

I say, «Let's work,» he say, «Let's work»

Let your next work be your best work

And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2

And I’m so sorry for the wait, too

From New Orleans to the A, TRU

You test my homies, we ace you

Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits

I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view

She took some shots til she shot down a grey goose

Ooh, this that Sorry 4 The Wait Deuce