Speak to them Jazze   Yea fly guy      I, I'm way more fly than you   (That's right)   I'll take your dime from you   (That's right)   Now she wanna spend all night with me   (She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)   Let me be the one that you roll into   (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)   Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you   (So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)      I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again   That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10   Now she wanna get inside of my '66   She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan   She say she love her man, she misses him   But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me   I'm her long distance pimp   When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup      And I don't lie, I confess   I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress dough   Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay clean   Plus momma in a Lex 4   She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death   It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours   When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores   Jazze, c'mon      I, I'm way more fly than you   (That's right)   I'll take your dime from you   (That's right)   Now she wanna spend all night with me   (She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)   Let me be the one that you roll with too   (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)   Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby   (So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)      Now why you wanna go do that?   I can see through that   Tattoo right there, like I can't view that   Girl, what that? Say wait, who that?   Bet he was lame, bet he not Lil' Wayne, no   'Coz I'm way more flyer   Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope   And not a day go by us   We don't get higher than the telephone wires      Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam   They don't even come on   You're far from home so leave it alone   You creepin' with the king of the throne   You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony   I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup   But I can't be there all mornin'   I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going, gone      I, I'm way more fly than you   (That's right)   I'll take your dime from you   (That's right)   Now she wanna spend all night with me   (She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)   Let me be the one that you roll with too   (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)   Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you   (So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)      I'm sorry I was groovin'   Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music   But let's get back to what we was doing   Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's   That's 33 weak tires, he fire   These streets ain't papaya ma   You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must   So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one, wait      Naw hun 'coz you ain't exempt   If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea   But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip   And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip   And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips   But I can't fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup   I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me   Sorry honey, Jazze"      I, I'm way more fly than you   (That's right)   I'll take your dime from you   (That's right)   Now she wanna spend all night with me   (She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)   Let me be the one that you roll with too   (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)   Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you   (So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)      So how 'bout you?   So how 'bout you?      See what I'm talking bout sweet heart   You ain't even gotta have John Madden   You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole   You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn   Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?   You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN   You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby   'Coz I got game sweetheart      Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey   What you want me to put on the bag?   Daddy's little girl, that's right   Know what I'm talking 'bout?   See I can't give you the game but I can show you the game   And you can see what you see and peek how you peek   And see what you get   Know what I'm talking 'bout?      Weezy