[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 1]
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 Ill 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

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[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

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[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

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