[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
People with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, upper class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people, and twerkers
I presents to you
Fre— Fre— Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre— Fre— Fresh (Mannie)
Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre— Fre— errr— (Young ladies)
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
Well, I'm fly as a son of gun, son of a Stunna, yep
High as a 757 goin' to Heaven, who?
Weezy F., your reverend, preach about me
I'm the god, one-seven, Apple and E
I'm the Cash Money Mak'veli, y'all ain't ready
Quick fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
'82, I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini, top spaghetti (Uh)
Seats Ragu, ah, twenty the shoe
Boo, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimmin' in you
And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water-water
In the Bimmer 840, mama, shake somethin' for me (Yeah)
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm straight Cash Money, yeah (Young ladies)
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump (Yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump (That's right)
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump (Yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump (That's right)
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here'll get your back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all
I say, black white walls with the back swiped off, ayy
Y'all lil' busters just a tax writeoff
I'm a stand-up guy, not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine, yup
Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines
If you can't, boy, read my 9
I'm goin' hard in the paint like Diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it
I be easy, fall back and be cool with it
Pallbearer is movin', his dead flow, I'm through with it
I'm the sh— nah, nah, I'm sewer rich
Weezy F. Baby, I do this thing (Young ladies)
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump (Yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump (That's right)
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump (Yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump (That's right)
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, an old-school gangster mack like the eighties
I look like Cita and act like Baby, yep
You play with me, I react like the Navy
Or better yet, the Army, you gon' need them for me, yep
And your head is a bleepin' target
You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tommys
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep it New Orleans
Sleepin' with women that sleep with the Hornets, yup
A country boy in somethin' foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples
Yeah, Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle
Still Lil Wayne, but the dividends not little
Yeah, don't be surprised how the crown fit him
Uh, get down, uh, get down for the, the prince (Young ladies)
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump (Yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump (That's right)
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump (Yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump (That's right)
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whoadie, a-whoadettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Ayy, ayy
The best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired
Yeah, y-yeah, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, since the best rapper retired