[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don�t want start Weezy, �cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what�s a World without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted �cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin� family picture
You know father time, we all know mother nature
It�s all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who�s buying, I�m a celebration
Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don�t feel I done enough, so I�ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I�m goin� back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it�s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don�t understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon� be hoes, so I couldn�t blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f-ck the world, that�s adultery
You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I�ll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I�ma ball �til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy �em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals, then I�ma have a mink soon
Tell �em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that�s a foreign language to y�all
And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y�all don�t get the picture �less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don�t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, �Look, I�m right behind ya�
Bitch, real G�s move in silence like lasagna
People say I�m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don�t sleep so I can�t find her
You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell �em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I�m out of my lima bean
Don�t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that�s tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you�ll be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I�m bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon� blow right through ya
I be mackin�, �bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
Keep throwin� my sign in the middle
Hit �em up, piece on my side, �cause ain�t no peace on my side, bitch
I�m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I�m shooting when the funeral outside
I�m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Gunna