Lil Wayne - Fingers Hurting

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, she live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said: “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said: “shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please”
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin’ in a kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I’mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ’bout the 3rd Ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch, body curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy I’m cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga, we could have a turf war
Sorry 4 The Wait, I had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Got to let ‘em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi bitch
Bop, bop, bop, fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananas
I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianos
I’m in that Lam’ Diablo, pew like ammo
I’m gone, two fingers up, bitch I’m gone
Rich forever, Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny going
Like the House of Dereon
This plane that I’m on is private, my very own
So no checkin’ my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it’s on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said: “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said: “shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please”
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker, tighter than a pinch nerve bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Now I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don’t get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Boy we movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin’ in a kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ’bout the 3rd Ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin’: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”
Yeah you hear us yellin’: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”
Blood gang nigga
And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
Woo, and I’m so sorry for the wait too, yeah
Sorry 4 The Wait, had to drop that part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch
Yeah