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Ohhhwe, ten mins classic daddy, what you know about that? Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit' it daddy? Sh*t, please believe it [Lil Wayne] We back Yea, the flow won't leave him I promise baby, I'm in my song Wizzle, c'mon, wha [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag Flossy n*gga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh Bossy n*gga, so presidential thanks to my dad Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad I'm mad as a mothaf*cker, why? I'm rich! Buy a bag brotha, get a n*gga high, I'm lit I'm bad, I, hit'chu in ya eye and ya b*tch I, hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star What'cha know about it? It's not four baby's Unless ya Weezy F Baby And, please say the Baby when say it, mothaf*cker [Hook: Lil Wayne] Ridin' in my wheels, late nite Left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rear-view But f*ck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high Uh huh, again Ridin' in my wheels, late nite Left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rear-view But f*ck them cause I'm high That's right, baby I'm so high [Birdman] Yeah n*gga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred Yeah [Verse 2: Birdman] See we ride for flame n*gga, a G to my name n*gga I do's my thang n*gga, I'm gettin' this change n*gga So who's to blame n*gga, about the game n*gga They said I did it, so f*ck them n*ggas I gave the plan n*gga, I gave the game n*gga I'm doin my thang, and still, f*ck them n*ggas I know the lane n*gga, I know the pain n*gga I know the fame, and still, f*ck them n*ggas N*gga, yeah we chillin' with them b*tches on us Holla n*gga, while we countin' our hood riches Thinkin' bout all the hood n*ggas Never got a chance to hit lic's for them six figures N*gga, and if you doin' it how we done it n*gga Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was comin' n*gga And every summer had Hummer's n*gga Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin' n*gga [Hook: Lil Wayne] C'mon Ridin' in my wheels, late nite Left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rear-view But f*ck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high Uh huh, again Ridin' in my wheels, late nite Left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rear-view But f*ck them cause I'm high That's right, baby I'm so high [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yo, check it And no b*tch can't, and no n*gga won't F*ck with me, play with me, no Cause I got me fo' sho' And I got D's to blow, fo' sho' Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air Pull 'em out, and let the playa haters know that it's there Bang that mothaf*cker, and pop that mothaf*cker Yeah, fall back young man, who? Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand? Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly Jeans fallin' off my ass, pocket cash showin' Rock n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah Cold Saki shots, chilled Patrone, half a glass, yeah Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed And I'm goin to my bed right behind her Got a couple questions in her pussy I picked the night to find 'em And, I might define 'em if, I hit from right behind her And get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya Until the seats fall off, but we good This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood [Hook: Lil Wayne] C'mon Ridin' in my wheels, late nite Left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rear-view But f*ck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high Yeah, again Ridin' in my wheels, late nite Left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rear-view But f*ck them cause I'm high That's right, baby I'm so high |