[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Huh, huh, yeah

I'ma murder this shit

Alright, it's Weezy Baby!

Ayy, listen here, come here, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I tell you what I did last night

I made love in a bitch wig last night

Them chrome dubs up on the Benz fit tight

We stone up the stick ick gimmie light

Laughin' on the island nigga livin' right

But I got ta go ta ATL to N.Y then it's back to the N.O

Don't fuck around I put this mack to ya rib and blow

It's Weezy Baby, I'm baggin' in this bitch for sure

I'm packin' a fifth, I'm baggin' a four

Kilo package of blow for twenty it go

In ya tummy where the Semi would go

And I pull the trigga right after I wisper gimmie ya coke

And I'm charged off myself in this millenium flow

Man I might go to ya girl and tell her gimmie ya throat

Cause a pimp don't give a shit about offendin' a hoe

My hoe's fuck my friends, I find no friend in a hoe

And the women a go

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Oops, oh my

Baby see the whip ain't got no roof we so fly

And the feds ain't got no proof I sold pies

So I do like I do I'm so squad

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

You see, I tried and I tried to keep goin'

But I'm, so high from the lie I keep blowin'

If I'm, gon' ride then it got ta be foreign

Yeah me no supply less than four and a half

Quit school went into the draft

I been puttin' numbers up since that

Been pullin' up in Hummers since that, so check my interior

So clean, so young, so what, so serious

Weezy do it all, man, I touch all areas

Sports agency, oh, plus I'm the best at this

I'm a mess at this, but I ain't trippin'

I leave rap to nothin' dizzy, I'm to fuckin' busy

17 'til I'm finished

Back in this, crack chemist

I murder that witness

What a burner that shit, we probably murder that spinich

But I ain't tryin' to fuck up me in feds image

They say, Tun' oh my

They say the boy so small he got to poke out

And all my cars own poke outs

Lu Baby call all the boys let's have a smoke out

And if you war with the boys we have a shoot out

July 2nd Cash Money pull the truth out

I'm bout to candy and chrome me a coupe out

I'm so cool gettin' dome when I move out

I have no home, the boy move out

So if you try to find me, Lil Weezy Wee be on that loop rout

How many chickens been to dudes house, trick question

Bitches or bricks now keep guessin'

Nigga take a swigga and flip, so keep playin' boy

You fucking with the Eastland Lords, nigga