Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dues money to ya
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes
[Verse:]
It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an I'll hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
[Hook:]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
[Hook:]
[Verse 3:]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with desert fey
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh
[Hook:]
[Hook:] Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to ya Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes [Verse:] It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an I'll hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman junior, huh Fool was smile but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh [Hook:] [Verse 2:] I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cuz I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy Sucking on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and leave your broad at home she get took Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Some call me Weezy But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze So move over what you say shortie We could do rent pussy Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas And beating went to the A Eat with desert fey But yeah I'm on my way Cuz I know he got that hay Hey little mami You a ghetto fire tin You come to my post on the island Come on that chronic He-he empty vodka bottles I be high he be drunk that my roll model I rolls by you with my seat reclining When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding Cash Money what you hollering, huh [Hook:] Explain Request ×
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