Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh-wee, T-Mix classic, daddy, what you know about that? Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee Where ya at with it daddy? Shit, please believe it [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] One ninty proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe Uptowners 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 nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flash Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit I'm bad, I hit ya in ya eye, and ya bitch I hit ya where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick Hot Boy, baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star, what ya know about it? It's not four, baby, unless you're Weezy F Baby And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah [Verse 2: Birdman] See, we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name, nigga I dos my thang, nigga, I'm gettin' this change, nigga So who's to blame, nigga, about the game, nigga They said I did it, so fuck them niggas I gave the plan, nigga, I gave the game, nigga I'm doin' my thang, and still fuck them niggas I know the lane, nigga, I know the pain, nigga I know the fame, and still fuck them niggas Nigga, yeah, we chillin' with them bitches on us Holla, nigga, while we countin' our hood riches Thinkin' 'bout all the hood niggas Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures, nigga And if you doin' it how we done it, nigga Watch for the law, 'cause we knew when it was comin', nigga And every summer had Hummers, nigga Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin', nigga [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Yeah, check it, and no bitch can't, and no nigga won't Fuck with me, play with me, no 'Cause I got me, fasho And I got D's to blow, fasho Come on, now if ya feel me, put ya guns in the air Pull 'em out and let the player haters know that it's there Bang that motherfucker, and pop that motherfucker [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, fall back, young man, who? Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand? Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showin' Rock 'n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah Cold Saki shots, chilled Patron, 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 tonight to find 'em And I might define 'em if I hit from right behind her I 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 [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah