Lyrics:

[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 dont want start Weezy, cause the F is for 'Finisher'
So misunderstood, but whats 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 fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin family picture
You know father time, we all know mother nature

Its all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter whos buying, Im a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I dont feel I done enough, so Ima 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]
Im going back in
Okay, I lost my mind, its somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you dont understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon be hoes, so I couldnt 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 niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end

Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, thats adultery
You full of shit, 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 fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, Ill spill ya

Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know Ima 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 niggas animals, then Ima 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 yall dont get the picture less the flash is on

Satisfied with nothing, you dont know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, 'Look, I'm right behind ya'
Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna
People say Im borderline crazy, sorta kinda

Woman of my dreams, I dont sleep so I cant find her
You niggas 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, Im out of my lima bean
Dont 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 niggas thats tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me

Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and youll be all over the flow like Luda
bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, Im bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho, she gon blow right through ya
I be macking, bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler

Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause

to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit em up, piece on my side, cause aint no peace on my side, bitch
Im a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, Im shooting when the funeral outside
Im uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard?
Gunna