Yeah, now what it do you know it's Weezy F. the fuckin boss inside that Phantom bitch so big I prolly get lost how bout that exhaust, and my funky cold medina I make that hoe tip toe like a ballerina I'm the ~Miami fever~, in that ~Miami Heat~ I been in Miami water, I'm like a ~Florida Marlin~ But I come from New Orleans nigga we still strong and my money real long, real real real long and this my thirteenth year, bitch I'm still goin' so my money real long, real real real long Nigga that steel on, red beam safety y'all Murder scene tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce niggaz say they paper boys, but bitch I be wit caper boys I say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars and I got a bitch wit me, call her "Miss Without Drawers" When I'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdraws"
If you want it I'ma bring it let Diana Ross sing it I'ma pull it I'ma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin' I be weighin a block up wit that Rick Ross bangin' If you try me I reverse ya, now you Kriss Kross swangin' yeah Whip soft top seats off leather feet prop Heat cocked, somethin on my neck look like a peacock you need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we bought Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock bitch stop trippin' I been hot, when not I been threw away what they just got and niggaz talk shit but when I see em they lips lock bitch bop, know I got that ooo wop griplock, get shot bitch I bet I'm hustlin' when ya nigga not Bigger appetite, bigger pot, EAT
Call it what you want, but baby just dont call the cops let em chase that drop, I'ma chase that guap yeah, race track jacket wit the race track loc's yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke I'ma crack that egg open, beat that yolk Let it soak let it soak watch it come back broke yeah then I hit the streets up and talk that talk let it float let it float, never come back broke, naw run that shit, I'm cash money's bread and butter no sugar bring me all the beef, I'm the motherfuckin' pressure cooker Yeah, yeah, I could change the weather for ya lose ya ass, the neighbors tell em that they never saw ya close ya mouth it'd be better for ya all that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya I'ma hustler, got work hoes and metal for ya when ya think ya ready I'll be ready for ya, bitch Yeah WEEZY Dedication 2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
