[Lil Wayne]   Yeah, we on cloud 20   That's high (high.. high)   Weezy F baby and the squad following the boy      [Chorus: Mannie Fresh]   Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless   Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight   Baby girl shakin like Beyonce   I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air   Table dances by my chair   Get something now      [Lil Wayne]   I'm hot from New Orleans   Its Weezy F Baby   Way above ballin'   I Stay above yall and   I got da A and da K if y'all want it   I'm making way for my homies   Ya better not sleep, stay awake for the morning   It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter   You six feet in the six   Im snuffed in the Bentley   who shot her stop playin' wit' me   I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers   Mobbin' wit my black Madonna   Get my back momma   Got that Mac persona   I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G   I'm from uptown never tempt me   It's like Nevada   I'll leave my desert empty uhh   Bezzle yellow is pee Yeah..   Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.      [Chorus]      [Lil Wayne]   Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'   I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring   holdin my coast by myself never bowling   Throwing the squad up lettin' em know what Weezy   F toastin' floating   Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin'   Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded   Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion   Pull a rover over by some hoes in Magnolias   Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boyz   Whistle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised   Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley   I'm hardly seeing you playas you can't see me   I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really   And the rose gold bezzle show clearly   V where you at you gotta feel me Daddy      [Chorus]      [Lil Wayne]   See I look to my side and Lil gutta say peel ya   Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's gonna get pecuiliar   I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya   I'ma Kit Kat dealer   I'ma Maybach wheeler   I'ma get them millions   Like a slick big William hater   Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada   I ain't got nothin' but yaya man   Nothin' but flavors man   Nothin' but wages man   Nothin' but paper   I'ma fuck it and tape it and show all of my homies   Drop 20's on the 'Rari   Scratch off at parties   I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban   Snatch off that laundry   I'ma make y'all boys back off the army   Put that hammer to your dome   Now come off that arm piece   And I like that chain   I'm feeling that hat   My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne   And I'm feeling like Jack   Gimme dat!      [Chorus]      That's wazzup   Man, it's weezy F man   AND The F is for fly (flllyyy)   Birdman Jr.