Lyrics

[Intro] Yes, sir Three Ha I love this shit So let me talk my shit, know what I mean? Hahaha Okay, I'm good Yeah [Verse] I know you see the guap 'cause getting money is what we on Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on Bitch, holler, it is Lil Weezy They cannot see me, they are like Stevie I am bearing a ton like Levy I circle your house like BB Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit I can get a hundred-thousand up in these jeans Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine Young Money, DipSet, nigga, we a team If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you, no Vaseline Errr, I peel off in the Lamborghin' Like a tangerine Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin' 'Na Jolie, Holy God flow I go where no other guy go Fuck you, ho, I'm so five-oh Four, I hope every snitch die slow Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy And I will straight up destroy any boy or man And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader He are, Curren$y, Mack Maine, and T-Raww And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards Nigga, we in charge, baby, put me in charge And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge You dig? Just holler back, I see you, sarge I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star, haha Yeah, let me upgrade you You may not be a model, but I can front-page you You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior Let me just taste you, we can fuck later Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Top peeled back like the skin of a potato Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker Writing by myself, smoking weed by the acre Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater Leave you with some bullet holes the size of craters You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Battle anybody, nigga, fuck whoe'er your favorite It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery I don't really want to, but these niggas making me Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme? Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed I'm a monster, every day is Halloween A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of these These nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze Big balls and they jangle like a lot of keys Even deaf bitches say hi to me She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see," ha Young Carter, darling Understand, I am Michael Jordan balling, yes I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami [Outro] Let me upgrade you Ha, let me upgrade you Upgrade you Ah Weezy