Chorus Mannie Fresh


Lexus, Benz, Impala's with' the top down drivin' careless


Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight


Baby girl shake it like Beyonce


I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air


Table dances by my chair


Get something now

Lil Wayne


I'm hot from New Orleans


Weezy F Baby


Way above ballin'


Stay above ya'll and


I got da A and da K if y'all want it


I'm making way for my homies


Better not sleep, stay awake for the moment


It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh... hotter


You six feet in the six


I'm snuffed in the Bentley


Oooh... shorty stop playin' with' me


I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers


Mobbin' with my black Madonna


Get my back momma


Got that Mac persona


I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G


I'm from uptown never tempt me


Cause it's like nevada


I'll leave my desert empty uhh


Bezzle yellow SP Yeah...


Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.

Chorus

Lil Wayne


Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'


I'm cold with' da' flow no boast but y'all boring


Holding my coast by myself never folding


Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin' em know it


Wizzle F toting floating


Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin'


Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded


Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion


Pull a rover over by some hoes make noise


Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z


Wizzle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised


Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley


I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me


I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really


And the rolls gold bezzle show clearly


Fee where you at you gotta feel me Daddy

Chorus

Lil Wayne


See I look to my side and Lil Gudda say peel ya


Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's startin na get pecuiliar


I'm a's kii... kii... kill ya


I'm a Kit Kat dealer


I'm a Maybach wheeler


I'm a get them millions


Like a slick big William hater


Big willy like I fuck's with Jada


I ain't got nothin' but yaya man


Nothin' but flavors man


Nothin' but wages man


Nothin' but paper


I'm a fuck it and take it and show all of my homies


Drop 20's on the 'Rari


Scratch off at parties


I'm a make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban


Snatch off that lingerie


I'm a make y'all boys back off the army


Put that hammer to your dome


Now come off that arm piece


And I like that chain


I'm feeling that heck


My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne


And I'm feeling like Jack


Gimme dat!

Chorus

That's wassup


Man, it's weezy F man


AND The F is for fly (flllyyy)