DJ Khaled - I'm On One

[Verse One - Tyga]
Peek-a-boo bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flier than your bestest shit
Gorillas in the mist, pull back pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips
Silence lambs bitch
Run through your land trippin'
Can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living gettin' tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax your mental
Shit you know what I do
Tell me what you tryna get into
The man cars rented
The man car killing
Gossiping fuck the car look at the man in it
Boys to man business
We don’t hire bitches
Just fire bitches
It’s Young Money fire spitters
Them red X’s with us
And they ain't ate they dinner
Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish
I'm killin' these records they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I'm still gon' get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause bitch I'm serious
Young no beard, get soup ike gumbo with shrimp
Flier than Dumbo ears is bitch

[Lil Wayne]
Now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm I'm a lightnin' streak
Weezy F Baby, I do it big weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches tryna Cirque du Soleil me
Got some new bitches, trail got 'em laughin'
The one that gave me head could suck the nail out a casket
Shotgun on the kitchen table bullet shells in the cabinet
Fuckin' with me is like steppin' on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full nigga call me Bob Saget
Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we ain't in the buildin' we the fuckin' contractors
Y.M., motherfucker why hate it?
Young Money down your throat you gotta stay hydrated
Quarterback Weezy, Young Tom Brady
Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby
Good mornin' dude, Eagle Streetcar in tune
Long dough no short bread, no Lorna Doone
We warnin' you, we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That's bitches and hoes
Hospital full: sick of my flow
Hip-hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceiling, nigga no ceiling

[Shanell]
Step up in this bitch five o' clock in the mornin'
The world is wakin' up you can hear the pigeons yawnin'
I'ma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all niggas need a lesson on some ethic you gon' learn now
I do this for the love of it
Saliva 'cause I love to spit
And I juke it for my future records y'all gon' love to spin
Fuckin' with my brethren 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in Silver John Long
But he's more like platinum
Hold up here's a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me where is Mack Maine
...That's all I have