Okay, 'No ceilings' motherfucker, good mornin'
Dick in ya mouth while ya yawnin', I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me?
I'll bring it to ya front door like ya ordered me

Back in this bitch but a lot more rich
On my papa bear shit, need hot porridge
Gotta lot more shit than you can ever fathom
A big head nigga couldn't even imagine

The shit I do, most doers never done
I'ma fuck this beat, ya bitch you better come
Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit
I still beat your ass like a fuckin' drumstick

Weezy, fuckin' baby, baby, make the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit I like my fast food faster

Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this hoe
And I'm flyer than the highest flyin' bird around this hoe
What's the word around this hoe? You get served around this hoe
Yeah, you get served like a fuckin' orderve around this hoe

I don't splurge around no hoe
No, I don't shine in front no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick I be like
Find the front door, bitch

I don't know why and the fuck yo bitch keep comin by
I done fucked yo bitch a hundred times
What the fuck yo bitch got on her mind? My fuckin' dick

I call her dickhead, spicy like a big red
Stripe ya like a big head, yo flow sick my shit dead
Sillier than Big Ced, Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance

I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae's dad
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same I am a Martian this is Space Jam
'No Ceilings', R.I.P, amen

Motherfuckin' cavemen beatin' on my chest
Young Money, cash money and I'm eatin all the rest
Nigga, no offense, sorry if ya offended
Ridin' high like I'm on 54 inches, man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches

She chill, how she chill like an Eskimo?
Let's get mo', let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, let's get mo' bitches
Mr. Officer, stop arrestin' yo bitches

Stop letting the messy hoes, mess with yo business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop, Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, osh, kosh, beegosh
Smokin' on the Bob Marley, listenin' to peekosh

I do me, no I do three, at A T I M E
Why when we say we Young Moula
The bitches leave y'all and relay run to us

And payday comes sooner than later 'round here
And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here
Hey, you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mack and Nina debate around there

Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care
Hold court here and trial and the case around there
I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wanna be fly but don't know where their wings at

Had to pause for a minute
Now I'm right back in it like the draws of the women
On the scale of 1 to 10 and my girl be a 20
My girl so bad, make a nigga think he's sinning

My goons so pretty, my goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators by the door, baboons and those grizzlies
All come out in me when I'm on the microphone ending

Mic check 2, 3, I'm different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boopy
Like a hoopty, man the boy been ridin'
And I ain't gassed up 'cause I'm more like a hybrid

You think I'm stuntin' but no I'm just survivin'
And I've been here but my soul is just arrivin'
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
'No Ceilings', full dose, I'm prescribing

Medication free if a meditation be
Smoke some better tastin' weed
Than you'll ever taste or see
S H A R P

As a tack, hotter than
Ridin' through the desert on a camel back
I done been, ridin' through wherever
With the hammer strapped, I ain't lyin'

I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack
Then we cook the hard, cut the soft
And bring the whammy's back

Mock yo bitch, where ya motherfuckin' family at?
Call my nigga gudda if you tryna get yo mammy back
All up in another nigga, woman I be rammin' that
Seein' through these see-through, nigga's like they're laminate

Hip hop's so contaminant, I swear just examine it
And once I show philanthropists the guide to these evangelists
I dress so Los Angeles but I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans, yes, I go so pistachios

Daddy, I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches they throw at me
Do you know what they throw at me?
'No Ceilings'