If I Die Today - Rick Ross/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Written by：Lil' Wayne

44' bulldog my mother f**kin pet

I point it at you and tell dat motha f**ka fetch

I'm f**king her good she got her legs on my neck

I get p**sy mouth and ass call dat b**ch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call an collect

But if she get greedy I'ma starve her to death

Top down it's upset been f**king

The world and n*gga I aint cum yet

You f**k with me wrong

I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I aint talking 'bout a sketch

I pay these n*ggas with a reality check

Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a b**ch I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so weezy can't rest

An ak47 is my f**king address huh

I'm not a star

Somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Load up the choppers like it's december 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas

Where it hurts

'Cause if I die today remember me like John lennon

Buried in louis I'm talking all brown linen huh

Big black n*gga and an icy watch

Shoes on the coupe b*tch I got a nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a nike box

Grinding in my jordan's kick 'em off they might be hot swish

I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make b*tch n*gga sit down

Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop palm olive in a n*gga dope

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I'm the only one that pays your car notes

Well connected I got killers off in chicago

I'm not a star

Somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

Load up the choppers like it's december 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts

If I die today remember me like John lennon

Buried in louis I'm talking all brown linen huh