Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Lil Wayne Album: Suffering From Success Song: No Motive Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Lil Wayne] {Uhh} 2, 2, 3, 4 {Uhh} 3, 2, 3, 4 {Yeah} 4, 2, 3, 4 (DJ KHALED~!) I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter My house is four stories, I tell'em I don't write 'em And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter My darkest secrets are bright - I need a sun visor I say "187", make your bitch run my errands I'm at the bar with a Dracula orderin' Bloody Mary's I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement I see hell out the window, man this view is amazin' And if I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell Got the world in my hands; it got all under my nails In a room full of stairs, give 'em something to see I be so fucking faded - who washed the colors with bleach? Now they bitin' my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street The world's under my feet, I'm just kissin' the sky Tune, what is that smell? That's the shit on my mind, hah [Chorus: DJ Khaled] + (Lil Wayne) Fuck all you bitches, fuck all you bitches Fuck all you bitches, fuck all you bitches Fuck all you hoes, fuck all you hoes 1 million, 2 million (3, 4) [Lil Wayne] Uhh, breakin' up the kush, sticky fingers-onics I'm throwin' up gang signs, you can see I'm in my vomit And I'm cool right na' but please don't change the climate Cause I'm sleepin' with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me Ratchet and bougie -- I like R&B Unapologetic, I'm sorry for not being sorry You niggas old news - prehistoric I need Benadryl for my trigger finger, bad bitches for my home boys The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos I'm +Rich as Fuck+ but more so, a poor soul Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man My bitch a die for me, she a soldier - GI Joe-Ann Take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll 'em I left that crap table with a chip on my shoulder [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] We ain't got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing And my bitch got cotton mouth, you know them snakes cannot be trusted And I bet y'all niggas don't say shit, because I'm feeling lucky And I still pray every night that aliens abduct me, Tunechi Whattup Khaled?