[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em, Jazze

I (Yeah, fly guy)

I'm way more fly than you (That's right)

I'll take your dime from you (That's right)

Now she wanna spend (What?)

All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)

Let me (Woah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)

Baby

I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (Yeah)

(So how 'bout you, huh? Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

Baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again

That's because you throw a five, I pitch a ten

Now she wanna get inside of my sixty-six

She see my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan

She say she love her man, she misses him

But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me

I'm her long-distant pimp

When I land, my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I confess

I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress, though

Gotta dress to impress, though

Gotta stay clean, plus mami in the next row

She with me, what you expect?

I live to be fly to death

It's the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours

When it rains, it pours, when it Waynes, it whores

Jazze, come on

[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]

I (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm way more fly than you (That's right)

I'll take your dime from you (That's right)

Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)

Let me (Yeah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)

Baby (Yeah)

I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you

(So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

Baby

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Ayy, now why you wanna go and do that?

I can see through that

Tattoo right there like I can't view that

Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?

Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no

Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah

Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope

And not a day go by us

We don't get higher than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin'

Where phones don't roam, they don't even come on

You're far from home, so leave it alone

You're creepin' with the king of the throne

You're sleepin' in a tee and a thong

With your hair in a pony

I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the mornin', yup

But I can't be there all morning

I'm a pimp, baby, yeah, I'm going, going, gone

[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]

I (Yeah)

I'm way more fly than you (That's right)

I'll take your dime from you (That's right)

Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)

Let me (Yeah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)

Baby (Yeah)

I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you

(So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

Baby

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Uh, uh, I'm sorry, I was groovin'

Gotta love that laid-back Mannie Fresh music

But let's get back to what we was doin'

Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewings

That's thirty-three V tires, he fire

These trees ain't papaya, mind ya

Gotta keep heat on your side too much

So I'ma get three more and cop you one, wait

Nah, hon, 'cause you ain't exempt

If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yeah

But I love the way your jeans huggin' your hip

And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip

And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips

But I can't fall for you 'cause I stick to the script, yup

I say I stick to my grip

I stick to my money, that's life to me, sorry, honey, Jazze

[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]

I (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm way more fly than you (Yeah, that's right, yeah)

I'll take your dime from you (That's right, yeah)

Now she wanna spend all night with me (Yeah, yeah, she wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)

Let me (Yeah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)

Baby (Yeah)

I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you

(So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

Baby

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Huh, so how 'bout you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?

See what I'm talkin' 'bout, sweetheart?

You ain't even gotta have John Madden

You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale

You ain't gotta have Lee Corso

You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott

You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN

You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports, baby

'Cause I got game, sweetheart

Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey

What you want me to put on the back?

Daddy's little girl, that's right

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

See, I can't give you the game, but I can show you the game

And you can see what you see and peek how you peek and see what you get

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Weezy