Lil Wayne – President (feat. Curren$y) Lyrics

President

Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)

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"President." - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 10:02 pm

Album: Da Drought 3

Track No: 26

Uh, yeah, yeah
Hot Spitta, Fly Society
Young Money, y'all
Yeah
Figured it's time that I step back from the game
And peep it from a coach's point of view
So I can see how **** went wrong and how the plays was drawn
And I can do it how a pro supposed to do
No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit
The line of scrimmage is wicked, **** is blitzin', you could get sacked quick
Drop back like an all-star QB
Or the top on an high-end sports car with two seats
You **** don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry
Looking for vehicles and accessories like I do
And every representor of my crew
I get love from Cuz and the Piru
Slide through the drive-through of a fast food restaurant
Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want
Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese
Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out
The police is peepin' me and they don't think that I can see
I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out
But I'm on to 'em
Spray the chronic killer and talk calm to 'em
"Good day officer, what's the problem?"
You lookin' for answers? I don't got none, huh
I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats (Yeah)
You know the consequences of your acts, I'm gettin' money, ****, yeah
Hahaha
I know that's right
Hello world
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Music to Fly To coming soon, y'all
You can see me on the Eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch
Fuck the world, make it walk with a leg twitch
Flow retarded, I'm on some special ed shit
The magnificent, twisted like a dread, bitch
And I can get up in the car and drive
And if the record is a smash, I can still survive
Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me
Shit, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me
Yeah, higher than all of the angels be
And, no, I never choke, but I strangle beats
And I am just a player in this game we be
So go blame the referee, don't complain to me
And I used to have a Cutlass on stainless feet
Passin' all day up Latoya's street
Back when Scarface used to sing to me
Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be
Back when I was pedalin' my ten-speed bike
Who knew I'd be peddlin' the six-speed white?
Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite
So if you are a female dog, you don't fight
Bitch-ass ****, I ain't got no master
Rich-ass ****, I got all my masters
Bitch-ass ****, I ain't got no master
Rich-ass ****

Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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