Lyrics

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] 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 dudes money too young 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 Jr., huh Four was mild but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome Nina Ross 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 [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] 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 dudes money too young 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 2] I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby 'bout to buy me a house in the sky 'Cause 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 'cause 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 Somethin' 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 'Cause I'm a player holding the game by the book [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] 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 dudes money too young 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 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 Jazze Pha But yeah, I'm on my way 'Cause 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 role 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, it keep grinding Cash Money, what you hollering, huh? [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] 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 dudes money too young 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