Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ok, you ain't on shit It's Weezy F Baby, like the newborn, bitch You ain't on shit I put your girl to work, now here's a uniform, bitch Pimpin' over here And I ain't Santa Claus, but I make it reindeer Money out the ass, yeah, money out the rear Weezy at the plate, I could bunt it out of here Safe as a muhfucka Ain't no safety button on this muhfucka Where's the safe, muhfucka? That's the case, stop the judge of Weezy F, the F for fury Hang 12 witnesses That's what I call a hung jury Brung Jerry Bling Bling I made that and I don't even say that As much as judges say that That's way back Boy, you should catch up It must of been mine, theys Long hair, pretty eyes, light skin, fine legs Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman Walking down the street 'cause I put her out my Jeep I don't save 'em I slave 'em They want Weezy F I bad grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em I serenade 'em Hundred on the jaw, hundred on the arm Rings so thick, I can't even make a fist Nigga, fuck how you do it, 'cause I do it like this [Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah, and I just do my Wayne And every time I do it, I do my thang Yeah, and I just do my Wayne And every time I do it, I do my thang I do it (do it) How I do it (do it) I do it (do it, do it, do it) I do it (do it, do it, do it) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I do it how I do it, and I do it everyday I do it how I do it, and I do it everyday Say, I do it how I do it when I do it everyday I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave Yes, I whip it like a slave, yes, I whip it like a slave I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave Yep, I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it I beat that block, I beat that block I beat that block, I beat that block I beat that block like it mis-behaved Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave, I whip it (Whip it) I whip it, (Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it) Beat it, now beat it up, beat it, I beat it up Beat it, I beat it up, beat it, beat it up, yeah [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Kunta Kinte on my shit, nigga Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner But I ate a plate of loot for dinner I'm in the garden selling fruit to sinners Like apple's to Shaq, hey, big spender And do remember, just like Brenda Two grand still get you four and a baby I'ma kill 'em when I drop like I'm holding a baby Weezy F, the F is for "Don't forget the baby" And bitch, I've been hot, but you don't know me from Satan And if you're Manning up, you better show me you're Peyton But you pussies ain't ballin' no Sanaa Lathan Bricks get shipped, bricks get cut Dr. Carter, nip and tuck Yeah, but you could call me Wayne Now watch me and my chain gang [Refrain: Lil Wayne] Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it Whip it, whip it I beat that block, I beat that block I beat that block, I beat that block [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yes, it's me, bitches Deuce Bigalow on these He-bitches (*cough cough*) Flu flow Flyer than a bird, coupe like a two door What do you know? I know the streets, bitch And this is my toilet And you can eat shit Got them girls in my bathroom with they asses out 'Cause I'm fly, like flyers, they passin' out We mashin' out, We Young Mula I got that 12-gauge Don't make me 1, 2 ya .345 train, bitch, soo woo If you ain't on my train, bitch, choo-choo Like you got my dick in your mizouth And I'ma do me, bitch, with you or without Shit, I'm always right sometimes And from the top, everybody look 1'9 And I'm 2'much The numbers don't lie And if they stop making Cadillacs I swear I'm gon' die And if the weed man ain't got no more onions, I'ma cry And if if was a fifth, then I'd rather drink wine [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Shit... I'ma take my time Now, am I crazy or just lazy? 'Cause I'm tired of ballin', darlin' And I roll with my riders like it's a harley bar And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party P.S., dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party I was ballin' in New Orleans way before the Charlotte Hornets I'm an X-Man, bitch, and I ain't talkin' marvel comics I'm a... Put the dirty dishes in the sink No pork, but I get paid like a piggy bank I spit like backwash, Sasquatch No back talk, I act lost But I bet that money find me Your jewelry telling jokes, man You got them funny diamonds I got them sunny diamonds I got them money problems Like Christopher Wallace Fuck bitches Get money Young money [Outro: Lil Wayne] Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, watch me Beat it up, beat it Beat it up, beat it What you mean? No homo I beat that block, I beat that block I beat that block, I beat that, and then I Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it Young Mula, baby