[Intro]

Hit me

Right in the sternum this time, T-Baby

Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know

Damn

Shit, this that hustler music

Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music

So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn

[Verse 1]

Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one

I'ma paint the city red with this one

I'm ahead with this one

See, you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas

No assistance just that persistence with that commitment if

I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight

I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne

And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song

See, I be ridin', just ridin' alone

With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding"

How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king

Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me

That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'

So I be who I be, that's me

That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'

[Chorus]

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm takin' these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

[Verse 2]

Money is the motivation, facing the avenue

Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun

Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Brr), damn (Brr)

Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off

You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ah)

Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (For sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)

Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked in

I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in

Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof

Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth

I'm like, "What it do? What it do?"

There's a full court pressure, I'm just goin' for the two

If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second

Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothin'

I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin'

I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah

[Chorus]

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm takin' these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

[Verse 3]

I ain't never killed nobody, I promise

And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track

And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat

That boy'll lay flat, so flat

That act is what I perform amongst you haters

Got nina in my palm and I'm masturbating

Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you sayin'?

Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in

Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba

Streets reply I look right in a four-seater

You know I be out here right in a four-seater

Top floor of the Four Seasons

Four of them whores

And they all know how to cook it up

And look I got some

And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up

See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up

We ain't on this grind for nothin', now get your hustle up

[Chorus]

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm takin' these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm takin' these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

[Outro]

Man, man, this be that hustler music

Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all

So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all

I'm asking y'all, please, please

Young Weezy got that hustler music

Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music

Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo

It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy

It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go

I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is

Better guard your kids, guard your face

Better guard your body, we warned the place

We here

Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga