Songtext Sure thing Lil' Wayne

Sure thing

Kush and a swisha
Money over bitches
Never kill a woman
Unless she is a witness
All about my business
Survival of the fittest
She let me had my weed in her titties
Bitch I got the cash in a rubberband
I got the glock already cocked, boom!
Fucking with a nigger meet my motherfucking goons
Sorry for the wait Carter IV coming soon
Light it up cause I'm a smoke good
She tried to deep throat, I fucked around and choked her
It's Young Money motherfucker game over
Shots leave ya body looking like she is doing yoga
And Lord knows I am a sinner pain pills for dinner
Bitch I am getting money like I got a money printer
I got a chopper and a trimmer shootin' like?
You coming in that water boy, you better be a swimmer
I ain't worrying bout ya'll, sittin' in my hole
While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me jaw?
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yell "fuck you bitch" and kept going
I am on and that's right baby
I am ain't going out this bitch without a fight baby
One request please don't bite baby
I got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady
I ain't lying, I'm a shine like a nickel or a diamond
I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind
Girl stop talking that shit goin' suck a nigga dick
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch I'm a still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil niggas got yay by the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back, sorry for the wait

Yep, that's right Weezy blame Cortez for pushing the album back. Ha.