[Lil Wayne & David Letterman]
Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don´t know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She was crazy, stupid thick

[Lil Wayne]
Mack in here
Pooh in here
Scoob in here with me

[Lil Wayne]
Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come
Tell ´em bring my car around, tell ´em bitches lap up
I’ma cut this music down, tell ´em put they APs up

Tell ´em throw they pride out, roll the windows back up
Money in the air, who said white men can´t jump?
Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once it´s gassed up
AK-47 make a sittin´ duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one
Tell ´em bring my car around, tell ´em bitches lap up
Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up
Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus
I’m stickin´ to this shit, you would’ve been have hopped yo´ ass up

[Lil Wayne]

Tell ´em, I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (Plenty woadie)

[Lil Wayne]
I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune
Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy
Nigga, I´m a ass with that semi; call me semicolon
Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin´
I´m sippin´ lean out a glass, make me feel important

I made some green in the past and now it´s good as golden, yeah

[Katie Couric]
Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

[Lil Wayne]
I got hittas, woadie
I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (Plenty woadie)
I got hittas, woadie (Hittas woadie)
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie

[Lil Wayne & Drake]
I´m so lifted, I´m so lifted
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (In hieroglyphics)
Weezy, where you been? The people miss you
Crickets

I got hittas and they not kidders, that´s my niggas
You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters
They get hit up, I´m placin´ figures on your niggas
Takin´ bidders, yo´ bae, yo´ niggas, don´t make a difference
I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals​, they armed and brutal
Armed intruders, ´cause we don´t doodle, we draw conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon´ need Google
I got paper, on top of paper, we gon´ need rulers
I´m effective, been doin´ numbers since Roman numerals
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry

Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas
Don´t confuse ´em, we only hittas, y´all only humans
Don´t get hit up, woadie (Hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)
´Cause I got hittas woadie

[ Jacida Carter]
He´s a very smart child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I´m sayin´? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He´s so smart, I can´t teach him nothin´. He´s done been here before