[00:01.900]No ceilings mother****ing good mornin’
[00:07.670]D*ck in your mouth while you’re yawnin’, I’m goin’ in,
[00:10.455]Gudda why they started me? Marley why they started me?
[00:13.232]I'll bring it to your front door like you ordered me
[00:16.259]Back in this b***h, but a lot more rich
[00:19.014]On my Papa Bear sh*t, need hot porridge
[00:21.771]Got a lot more sh*t than you can ever fathom
[00:24.781]A big-head ni**a couldn't even imagine
[00:27.793]The sh*t I do, most doers never done
[00:30.551]I'ma f**k this beat, ya b***h, ohh, you better cum
[00:33.312]Bet I run this sh*t, I don't run from sh*t
[00:36.320]I’ll still beat your ass like a ****ing drumstick
[00:39.080]Weezy ****ing baby, baby, make the ladies come quick
[00:42.102]The money can't fit in my pockets, but I’ll bet that gun fit
[00:44.862]And I’m so unfit ‘cause all I eat is rappers
[00:48.185]And these rappers ain't sh*t, I like my fast food faster
[00:50.687]Syrup got me slow like a turtle ‘round this ho
[00:53.507]And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
[00:56.578]What's the word around this ho? you’ll get served around this ho
[00:59.338]Yeah, you’ll get served like a ****ing hors d'œuvre around this ho
[01:02.347]I don’t splurge around no ho, no I don't shine in front no b***h
[01:05.108]‘Cause after she get off my d**k, I be like, “find the front do’ b***h”
[01:07.874]I don't know why in the **** your b***h keep coming by
[01:10.133]I done ****ed your b***h 100 times
[01:11.673]What the **** your b***h got on her mind? my ****ing d**k
[01:13.679]I call her d**k head, spicy like a big red
[01:16.526]Strike you like a bic head, your flow sick? my shit dead
[01:19.037]Sillier than V.I.C.said, Soulja Boy and Arab
[01:21.544]You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance
[01:25.196]I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad
[01:27.954]Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
[01:30.463]We are not the same, I am a martian, this is Space Jam
[01:33.502]No ceilings, R.I.P. Amen
[01:36.575]Mother****ing caveman, beating on my chest
[01:39.335]Young Money, Cash Money,and I'm eating all the rest
[01:41.843]Ni**a no offense, sorry if you're offended
[01:45.118]Riding high like I’m on 54 inches
[01:48.378]man, I'd rather chill with 54 b***hs
[01:51.136]Ch-chill like, ch-chill like an Eskimo, let's get mo’, let's get mo’ b***hes
[01:55.400]And I be like “let's get mo’ b***hes”
[01:57.404]Mr. officer stop arresting your b***hes
[02:00.226]Stop lettin’ the messy hoes mess with your business
[02:03.250]Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
[02:06.022]Sheesh gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh
[02:08.292]Smokin' on that Bob Marley,listening to Pete Tosh
[02:11.806]I-I-I do me, no, I do three at a T-I-M-E
[02:17.822]Why, when we say we Young Mula
[02:20.323]The b***hes leave y'all and relay-run to us
[02:23.340]And payday comes sooner than later 'round here
[02:26.099]And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here
[02:29.109]Hey, you better stop the hate around there
[02:31.870]Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah
[02:34.888]You see it in my face, I don't care
[02:37.645]Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there
[02:40.656]I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet
[02:43.413]Everybody wan' be fly but don't know where their wings at
[02:46.477]Huh, had to pause for a minute
[02:49.235]Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women
[02:52.285]On a scale of one to ten-n, my girl be a twenty
[02:55.046]My girl so bad, make a ni**a think he sinnin'
[02:58.057]My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me
[03:01.063]Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
[03:03.825]Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies
[03:06.864]All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E
[03:09.890]Mic check, two-three; I am different like blue pee
[03:12.671]And my girls be half-n*ked like Betty Boop be
[03:15.679]Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding
[03:18.435]And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid
[03:21.447]You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving
[03:24.206]And I been here, but my soul is just arriving
[03:27.249]Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
[03:30.009]No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
[03:32.819]Medication free, and for meditation, we
[03:35.568]Smoke some better tastin' weed that you'll ever taste or see
[03:38.582]S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than
[03:41.596]Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been
[03:44.616]Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying
[03:47.375]I can do whatever if I'm planning that
[03:49.685]So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack
[03:52.694]And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back
[03:55.454]Mafio, b***h, where your motherf**king family at?
[03:58.462]Call my ni**a Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
[04:01.221]All up in another ni**a woman, I be ramming that
[04:03.980]Seeing through these see-through ni**as like they're laminate
[04:07.044]Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it
[04:09.553]And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists
[04:12.635]I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though
[04:15.704]I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios
[04:18.714]That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
[04:21.472]And the b***hes is so at me, and you know what they throw at me
[04:24.235]Hahaha
[04:28.752]

No ceilings mother****ing good mornin’
D*ck in your mouth while you’re yawnin’, I’m goin’ in,
Gudda why they started me? Marley why they started me?
I'll bring it to your front door like you ordered me
Back in this b***h, but a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear sh*t, need hot porridge
Got a lot more sh*t than you can ever fathom
A big-head ni**a couldn't even imagine
The sh*t I do, most doers never done
I'ma f**k this beat, ya b***h, ohh, you better cum
Bet I run this sh*t, I don't run from sh*t
I’ll still beat your ass like a ****ing drumstick
Weezy ****ing baby, baby, make the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets, but I’ll bet that gun fit
And I’m so unfit ‘cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't sh*t, I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow like a turtle ‘round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
What's the word around this ho? you’ll get served around this ho
Yeah, you’ll get served like a ****ing hors d'œuvre around this ho
I don’t splurge around no ho, no I don't shine in front no b***h
‘Cause after she get off my d**k, I be like, “find the front do’ b***h”
I don't know why in the **** your b***h keep coming by
I done ****ed your b***h 100 times
What the **** your b***h got on her mind? my ****ing d**k
I call her d**k head, spicy like a big red
Strike you like a bic head, your flow sick? my shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C.said, Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my eleven-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
Mother****ing caveman, beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money,and I'm eating all the rest
Ni**a no offense, sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I’m on 54 inches
man, I'd rather chill with 54 b***hs
Ch-chill like, ch-chill like an Eskimo, let's get mo’, let's get mo’ b***hes
And I be like “let's get mo’ b***hes”
Mr. officer stop arresting your b***hes
Stop lettin’ the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh
Smokin' on that Bob Marley,listening to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me, no, I do three at a T-I-M-E
Why, when we say we Young Mula
The b***hes 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, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah
You see it in my face, I don't care
Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there
I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wan' be fly but don't know where their wings at
Huh, had to pause for a minute
Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women
On a scale of one to ten-n, my girl be a twenty
My girl so bad, make a ni**a think he sinnin'
My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies
All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E
Mic check, two-three; I am different like blue pee
And my girls be half-n*ked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving
And I been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free, and for meditation, we
Smoke some better tastin' weed that you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than
Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying
I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back
Mafio, b***h, where your motherf**king family at?
Call my ni**a Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another ni**a woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see-through ni**as like they're laminate
Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists
I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though
I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the b***hes is so at me, and you know what they throw at me
Hahaha