Rick Ross, Birdman, Lil Wayne - Veteran's Day lyrics

I like my pussy a little wetter
My drinks a little colder
My girls a little older with
Her hair past her shoulders
Like my weed a little stronger
My money a lot longer
If Blooding ain't right than I
Couldn’t be a wronger
I’m a bad motherfucker, be very afraid
Boy this heat'll give your
Ass a raspberry beret
Been in the building, motherfucker
We ain't never escape
Cash money is the Army, Veterans day
The block had got hotter
The World had got colder
So fuck a diamond chain
We wearing guns on our shoulder
If you want it you can get it
Come and sign up
We got choppers that will put
That Tony Romo 9 up
Man we so fuck about it, 5-star: count it
Could have fucked the world
But I left it how I found it
Took the game to school now I’m
'bout to cap and gown it
Got a circle of success
You can say I’m well-rounded
Yeah, and by the way my name is Tunechi

Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder
Tommy’s with the flag
Spent the hundred high-rolling
Flipped it off the condo
Made it off the corner
Sky scraping condo, top floor aroma
High to the sky when I step up in this bitch
Thousand dollar cologne
No ceiling in this bitch
The marble for the Louie
The bag full of cash
Keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab
Priceless with these numbers
Flipping in the seat
Junior doing time, kicking up his feet
A mill on the books
I’m stunting with a fleet
A pretty red bitch we smash every week
Blowing on some good Maybach back seat
The bitch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets
Born rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap!

I’m that fat motherfucker
Young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got
Them pouring out the sewers
Most controversial and the
Motherfucking truest
And by looking at my jewels
Im still the motherfucking coolest
Waving your flag
You just a fucking blood donor
And this bitch far from bad
Who put these fucking Uggs on her?
Took her to California
Spent a fucking dub on her
When she walk up in the club
Now every fucking thug want her
I’m just so fucking special
Let's see what's on the menu
Fuck the promoter
My crib bigger than the venue
This the shit I'm into
All-black in the rental
My chopper be making hit's: it's
Such a sad instrumental
These niggas little boys
Enjoying their little toys
I’m building hotels off the coast of St croix
100 mill, I accept nothing less
Black Ray Bans at Obama’s next address