[Chorus 2X] 

There ain’t no looooooove 

(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son

[Verse 1 — Birdman]

I’t filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on ’em 

The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on ’em 

And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we’ll be quick to put 

it on ’em 

Them tear drops homey we so not 

The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop 

.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block 

Keep a gun, extra clip homey 

that’s how we rock 

Like father like son daddy we don’t borrow 

We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder 

And fuckin wit me homey you won’t like 

You’ll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night 

We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes 

We do this state to state thing and cheat the price 

And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me ’bout these pussy niggas back in the 

80’s 

Baby

[Chorus 2X] 

There ain’t no looooooove 

(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son 

[Verse 2 — Lil Wayne]

Listen 

Birdman put me on when i was just eleven 

He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson 

He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend 

My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil 

My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven 

So I take heed to every single word that he tell me 

I remember what my poppa told me 

Remember what my poppa told me 

Young Stunna

[Birdman]

Yeah 

I’m out here homey pitchin the game 

And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change 

Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range 

Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang 

We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked 

Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop 

We be ridin drops tops that’s just how we rock 

And I’ll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks 

Nigga

[Chorus 2X] 

There ain’t no looooooove 

(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son

[Lil’ Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]

Alright, Money on my mind 

Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin’ 

I..I say whisperin’ cause you niggas ain’t hollering about shit 

Ho, Puss Ass Niggas

[Verse 3 — Lil Wayne]

Look, 

Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops 

And we goin’ keep it movin’ even if the world stops 

Stay strapped and lace like girls’ socks 

Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake 

Birthdays was the worst days 

Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty 

Ya know 

I do believe the money’s cursed me 

So I pray to GOD that the devil don’t murk me 

Huh 

Lil’ Wizzle but you bitches call me first place 

Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase 

I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space 

You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street’s Bert’s face 

Worst case senario, burial 

Two tone Carera like mascara 

Uh 

That G-4 take ya boi where ever 

Like Father, Like Son The Era 

Nigga

[Chorus 2X] 

There ain’t no looooooove 

(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son

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