[Intro]

Yeah

Uh-huh

The fuck was I thinking?

Drought 3, bitch

Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt

What you know 'bout it?

You dig?

Weezy the name, money's the game

Already

[Verse 1]

Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer

Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion

'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles

Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches

If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position

Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen

Copped a big-boy Porsche with all the specifics

And I keep that torch, baby, call me Olympics

Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts

And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys

When the gun goes pow, I be at the finish

With my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis

The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes

Pull up on you in the coupe, how fat is your engine?

Never talk to those that sat on the benches

Boy, I was in the game on fourth and inches

These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business

See you fuckin' with the boy that tote toys before Christmas

Got all these hoes tripping, got all these hoes strippin'

And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we tippin'

I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'

Make my friends buy they own, fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly

Ain't gotta lie just to try to be with me

Bitches up in Heaven waitin' that done died to be with me

I'm crazy for bein' Wayne or is Wayne just crazy?

I been around, I'm still around like them GEICO cavemen

Hairpin trigger, no, I won't shave it

I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it

The South is so dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it

Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin'

Baby girl, your pussy's lookin' so vacant

And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush, not Macon

Fuck waist-deep, I'm in over my head

But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan

Your girl wants me to come 'ron her like Reagan

Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in

I don't fear nothin' but God and weddings

At the top of my paper like I'm startin' a heading

My homie Santana, yeah, that's my ace

But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face"

[Interlude]

Yeah

Weezy, bitch

Give a fuck about you at all

I'm paid

Been that way for a long time

Looks like I'ma die like that

'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die, haha

[Verse 2]

Yeah, see, they don't know where I came from, but they know where I'm goin'

And I'll tell you just how the top feels when I'm on

In the game, I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar

I'm a panther, I'm a bengal, Ochocinco

I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie

In a pair of Gucci flops feelin' freer than Willy

When them niggas left I, it got a little bit chilly

But I just let it burn like the end of the Philly, Weezy