[Verse 1]   It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets   Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet   Gazer seats hold the bare floors   I faithfully hold to pimp whores   You ate with me and you gon get yours   This eight with me that's bullets through doors   Got haze in me now I'm so tall   Come blaze with me 'cause Beaky got more   And now or later I'm major player   I ball right I need an agent player   Ay ma you tight you need to page a player   That's so tonight you can taste a player   I got the burner on the waist if you flinching   My shit turning on 28-inches   My shit burning like 500 plus   And this album's a three permer and a clutch      [Hook]   247 (Yes, sir)   I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)   Not here      [Verse 2]   I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain   Bang my thing till no more lane remain   Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine   Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain   That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy   Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy   I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk   Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon   Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop   The Birdman my daddy and we fly south   And we don't go to work man we get work out   And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought   Niggaz is selling and you should be buying   Niggaz is telling and you should be dying   Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me   C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me      [Hook]      [Verse 3]   You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block   I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock   Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop   I got ya slick this my year don't knock   Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock   Wo