So Little Wayne   What's your motivation?      Is that really a question?   Do you really have that written down in your notepad   You should be ashamed of yourself   You smell me, girl   I smell like money      See, that's what they don't understand   To me it was always get money or die   I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner   You know what I mean I'm stunner junior   Tha's all I know, that's all I ever knew   Get money or get nothing   You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for real      So hard I go I keep pushing   The game's so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy   I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie   Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie   Dwayne Carter absent keep looking   I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block   Ice so bright like heaven on the watch   Yeah nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the watch      So watch and see what I do   Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing hachoo   They got the shivers, mayne I got the fever   I got to bring the hood back after Katrina   Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Fema   Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia   Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so felt   Feel me      And that's just my point right there   That's what I'm always trying to stress, you know what I'm saying   If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real   In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you know   So, is your music considered the voice of   Urban America or America period   I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for   And myself, you know what I mean, my family, that's who I represent   My hommies, my girl, my life, you know      C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit   You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch   You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch   You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit   Like motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready   Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo   Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a cambo   If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table      I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable   Like nobody make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"   Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it   Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it   The re-ups be like birthday parties   No room to park the cars in the garages   So outside the cribs all you see is the roggies   If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign   Feel me      And see that's where everybody get me wrong at   You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for real   Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music?   That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me   You know what I mean   They ain't spitting like me, they spitting   But, know what I mean, they ain't got colds   I got the flu over here man, for real   I need relief, y'all help me, for real   I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real      And based on the bank, I'm doing much better   Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of these niggas   Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner   I'm cocking back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum   Ooh, that gone probably burn ya, that gone probably learn ya   To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around here no more   Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch   I'm the God I should ride with the Pope   But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah yeah      And tell 'em 'bout Hollygrove   Tell 'em 'bout my last show   Tell 'em 'bout my last hoe   You know just born to mack   Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah   I'm in my prime niggas falling back   That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack   Feel me      And that's just what it is, nigga   If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up   That's how I was tough, that's how I was brought up   And that's how I'ma go down, man, for real   Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat bitch   Swallow slow   Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song   Bitch