Lil Wayne - Fingers Hurting (Lyrics)

[Verse 1]

She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach

I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”

She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean

I said said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please

I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service

Tunechi in this b*tch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, b*tch

I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service

My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting

Let my b*tches help me, before they leave I check they purses

Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance

Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses

Whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off

I’mma get these millions and I put that on my first born

Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third one

The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off

Got a bad b*tch by the curb and like a curveball

Let her drank too much, now her pussy smell like smirnoff

Sleepin’ on chinchilla boy I’m cozy like a fur ball

f*ck the other side n*gga we could have a turf war

Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit

Just to let you know that a n*gga still doin’ it

Workin’ like a slave on my roots part two shit

Gotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi b*tch

Bop bop bop

f*ck on me wrong get the hammer

Thank God I’m gone in the slammer was gone for the hammer

Stop in the yacht like a gamma, n*ggas was goin’ bananas

I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a [?]

I bet my life when we gamble, y’all shippin’ keys

We shippin’ grand pianos, I’m in that Lam Diablo

Pew like ammo, I’m gone, two fingers up b*tch I’m gone

Rich forever Jerry Jones, I gotta hustle

Keepin’ my dust in [?], like the house of [?]

This plane that I’m on is private, [?] on

So no checkin’ my carry ons

She sent the picture, naked, I sent a song

But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to south beach

I told her to come over she said “Ok don’t fall asleep”

She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean

I say shut the f*ck up and put this dick back in your mouth please

I don’t see nothin’ wrong with some mouth and lip service

Tunechi motherf*cker tighter than a pinch nerve, b*tch

I did answer my phone said I couldn’t get service

My new nina just told me that she sick of bein’ a virgin

Now I don’t get excited n*gga, I just get excited

I don’t get invited to these b*tches pity parties

I don’t do narcotic even though a n*gga got it

Countin’ all this money I feel like I got arthritis

Beggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’

Let my b*tches help me, fore’ they leave I check their purses

Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance

Got me movin’ weight, prostitution and these verses

Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off

I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born

Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin bout the third one

The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off

We yellin’ su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, yeah you here us yellin

Su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, blood gang n*gga

And its the sorry for the wait 2

And I’m so sorry for the wait too

Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit

Just to let you know that a n*gga still doin’ it

Workin’ like a slave on my roots part two shit

Gotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi b*tch