Instrumental
music's for the sad men Can you imagine when the space is one As we turn our faces into the sun Praising our leaders we're getting in tune The music's
me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while they still ripe
makin' Bugs Bunny money Eons beyond bling bling So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful The theme music
[VERSE 1:] swagga in place now let me get to it I?m badder than your nigga and the niggas next to him I do me bitch what are you doin teardrop tune got
Sound like my mic is right I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world so I stay
dem ever hot We love fi see them shake it from front to the back Reggae, Dancehall, Reggaeton gimme the track Make I rock it to the gal them make them
on to the next one And fuck that Auto-Tune 'cause we on And niggas don't be mad 'cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, them
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest Turn the music up in the headphones Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
u really think you wanna test me When u niggas know already who the best be so i hang them then i cut them i bang them then i shut them i hit them
-ggas sweet as pie like this is a bake off I love Nicki?s curves, swing at the baseball I beat your brakes off H-H-Hi, I?m Tune?, salt in the wound I?
I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune
in p-ssy Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy I'm a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy Spill the champagne on them p-ssies
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac And if them bitches don't sell, we'll buy them back Where the strippers? Tell them Tune on his way Tell them
[Lil' Wayne] I got Young Money up, And now I got my feet up, Tune in this bitch tell my niggas throw them B's up Doing what the fuck I want, Hate me all
fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them on my grind, did I get
Just lookin' around everywhere Tunes that I can't hear Would take me for a while my smile Fares that are too dear I'd rather walk out another mile Then I heard a tune