[Intro: Samples]
"Yo, yo"
"Yo"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
.44 bulldog—my motherfuckin' pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I’m fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth, and ass—call that bitch triple-threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset
Been fucking the world, and n***a, I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these n***as with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep, so Weezy can’t rest
And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n***as where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big black n***a in a icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Count the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick 'em off they might be hot, swish!
I’m swimming in a yellow bitch in the red 911 looking devilish (Haha!)
Red beam make a bitch n***a sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a n***a dope
Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah!)
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected got killers off in Chicago

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n***as where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m Redd Foxx
Big B’s, Red Sox, I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You fucking with a n***a who won’t give a fuck
Empty the clip then roll the window up
Pussy n***a sweet, them n***as Cinnabon
I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou' on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E, five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n***a, pussy ass n***a
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass n***a
You know the rules, kill them all and keep moving
If I died today, it’d be a holiday, hanh
[Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don’t make it come alive
Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang!"
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
Ain't it funny, momma only son be bakin' cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m Santa Claus
N***as gather round, got gifts for each and all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up
If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up
It’s a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, yeah
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car