Lil Wayne - Where Ya At lyrics

No Ceilings

Hey now, you're an all-star
But the bitches you be with, they are sub par
But the bitches you be with
They be cock-blockin'
Hope you put the kids to sleep
Baby cock-blockin'
You could really get this meat
Get this hot sausage
And I'm way too rich to beef
I just buy a body
And I really kick my feet up
And that's not karate
Yeah, I really kick my feet up
Let a thot massage 'em, yeah

Where ya ass was at when I
Was with the Hot Boys?
Probably watchin' Baller Blockin'
Eatin' popcorn, yeah


Where ya ass was at? You was in the drought
Boy i was probably at the
Fight bringin' out Floyd

Said she love me 'cause I'm laid back
She outgoin'
Opposites attract, pockets fat, like Samoan
I just told my goons I got it
I just waved 'em off
I just told Tunechi, "I got it" and he said
"Of course" lose my mind
The only time I'd ever take a loss
I work too hard for taking off, rrt
I'm taking off
Really 'bout to see a billion
I'm in arm's reach sleep on a hammock in the
Middle of two palm trees
My neighbors can't sleep
All they hearin' is them cars screech
My bitch can't sleep
All she hearin' is them car keys
I'm just sipped out and I'm
Way too tired to talk, please
I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired
I'm yawning yeah

Where ya ass was at when I
Was fifteen in a Porsche?
Where ya ass be at when we
Be poppin' all these corks?
Where ya ass be at? Know
You're prolly with them dorks
I'm prolly with some bitches that
Be poppin' pills and snort

Diamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski
I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, ooh
I'm off-key and the money coming godspeed
I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies
Found the treasure chest
Inside was a heartbeat
And Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV
We had to stash and still balled
Steve Harvey
We had to stash and still balled
Steve Harvey
And we set a nigga up like eHarmony
And your bitch plain, nigga
And your car cheap
And we leave your brain right
There on your broad cheek
And we leave some stains right
There on your offspring
And the purple rain right here
In the soft drink
Yeah, the purple rain right here
In the soft drink
And to fight the pain, nigga
Like a horse tranq
And we don't complain, nigga
And we don't blink

And he dumb as hell
And I swear his ass don't think
I think he run with 12 and
I think his whole squad linked
I be so underwhelmed
'cause I swear his whole style weak
I'm moving slow as hell but
The money coming godspeed
I'm moving slow as hell but
The money coming godspeed

I just told a pussy
Nigga, "Call your henchmen, nigga"
I just stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga
Fiend searching in a haystack for syringes
Nigga
Dopeman, got 'em flipping like some ninjas
Nigga got 'em tweaking, got 'em
Lurking, got 'em cringing, nigga
Ooh, that's them symptoms, nigga
I can't prevent 'em, nigga
Split a nigga head in
Two, that's split decision, nigga
Been to Hell and back, came
Back in mint condition, nigga
Feel like Heaven when them
Racks return to spender, nigga
Feel like Heaven's only
Lacking your attendance, nigga
Feel like stunting, drop the tops
And not them windows, nigga
Toss out your demo, I ain't
Even like your intro, nigga
I just went Kimbo with
This tempo, un momento, nigga
You know my MO, nigga, pit that A-M-M-O
Nigga blat

I ask my ceilings, "Where ya ass was at?"
To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back
They pushed the album back, fuck