Ok, you ain't know shit
It's weezy f baby
like da newborn bitch
You aint know shit
I put your girl to work now
Here's a uniform bitch
Pimpin over here
And I aint santa clause but
I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a mother fucker
Aint no safety button
on this mother fucker
Where the safe
mother fucker?
That's the case
i can judge it
Weezy F. the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That's what
I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that
But I don't even say that
As much as judges Say that
That's way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine
Theys
Long hair pretty eyes
light skin fine legs
Phat ass, skinny stomach
pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street
cause I put her out my jeep
I don't save em
I slave em
They want weezy f
I bad grade em
I don't degrade em
I serenade em,
100 on the Charm
100 on the arm
Rings so thick
I cant even make a fist
Nigga fuck how you do it
cause I do it like this
Yeah
And I just do my wayne
And every time
I do it I do my thang
(2x)
Qunta quinte
on my shit nigga
Like I ate a plate
of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate
of loot for dinner
Im in the garden
sellin fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq
Hey big spender
And do remember
Just like Brenda
2 grand still get ya
four and a baby
Imma kill em when I drop
like im holdin a baby
Weezy f, the F is for
don't Forget the Baby
And bitch ive been hot
but you don't know me
From Satan
And if your manning up
you better show me
Your peyton
But you pussies
Ain't ballin no sir
Not lengthen
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck
Yeah
But you
Could call me Wayne
But now watch me
And my chain Gang
Yes its me bitches
Duece Bigalow
on these he bitches
Flu flow
Flyer then bird coupe
like a two door
What do you know
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you cant eat shit
Got them girls
In my bathroom
with their asses out
Cause im fly
Like flyers
They passin out
We mashin out
We young Mula
I got that 12 Guage
Don't make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch suwoop
If you aint on my train
Bitch cho cho
Like you got my dick
In your mizouth
And imma do me bitch
With you or without
Shit i'm always
Right sometimes
And from the top
Everybody look 1'9
And I'm 2'much
The numbers don't lie
And if they stop
Makin' cadillacs
I swear im gon die
And if the weed man
Don't have
No more Onions imma cry
And if yif was a fifth
then id rather drink wine
Shit
Imma take my time
Now are my dreads
Actin lazy
Cause i'm tired of all
This ballin'
And I roll with my riders
like its harley party
And we roll
With them choppers
like it's a harley party
p.s.dressed in all red
like it was a scarlet party
I was ballin in New Orleans
Way before
The Charlotte Hornets
Im an x man bitch
I aint talkin marvel comics
Put the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but I get paid
like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquash
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher Wallace
F**k bitches get money
Young money
