I'm the Fireman   Fire, F-Fireman   I got that fire I'm hollering   I got that fire come and try me and   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out      Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman   Ski Mask spending next week's cash, he fast   And I don't even need a G pass I'm past that   I'm passing ?em out now and you can't help that      And my chain Toucan Sam that   Tropical colors you can't match that   Gotta be abstract   You catch my gal legs open, betta smash that   Don't be surprised if she ask, ?Where the cash at??      I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack   My girls can't wear that   Why? That's where my stash at   I put my mack down, that's where you lack at   She need her candle lit and I'ma wax that      I rekindle the flame   She remembered the name   It's Weezy Baby January December the same   Mama gimme that brain   Mama gimme that good   'Cause I'm the fireman   You hear the fire truck      I'm the Fireman   Fire F-Fireman   I got that fire I'm hollering   I got that fire come and try me and   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out      Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr   Money too long teachers put away ya rulers   Raw tune not a cartoon   No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds      I'm hot but the car cool   She wet that's a carpool   Been in that water since a youngin' you just shark food   Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school      Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp fuse   Don't snooze   Been handling the game so long my thumbs bruise   Ya new girlfriend is old news   Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah      Cash Money Records where dreams come true   Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby   Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew   Now watch me melt, don't burn ya self, cuz      I'm the Fireman   Fire F-Fireman   I got that fire I'm hollering   I got that fire come and try me and   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out      Ridin' by myself, well really not really   So heavy in the trunk make the car pop a wheelie   Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby   My money 360, you only 180      Half of the game too lazy   Still sleepin' on me but I'm ?bout to wake ?em   Yep! I'm ?bout to take ?em to New Orleans and bake ?em   Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah      Come on mama let The Carter make ya   Toss ya like a fruit salad, strawberry crepe ya   They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature   Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton      Y'all in the race and me I'm at the finish line   They're running fo' too long, it's time to gimme mine   Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I   Weezy allergic to wintertime      I'm the Fireman   Fire F-Fireman   I got that fire I'm hollering   I got that fire come and try me and   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out   You can spark it up and I'ma put you out