| Lyrics: | (feat. Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk)
[Lil Wayne]
(Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay
(mmhmm) uh-huh
(Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)
(Uh-huh) Listen, listen,
listen..
(Ladies and gentleman!)
Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
And
it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya
girl
Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom
Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no
matter the cost
Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
Got a Escalade
wavin on them deep dish rims
And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin
I'ma
do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
From
the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?
I
got some freaks on my side that you'll like
And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors
Light
It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
(Ladies
and gentleman!)
[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?
A wodie,
whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?
A wodie,
whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
[Baby]
I'm the |
