Look At Me      [Hook]   Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)   I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)   Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)   Y'all dues money to yung   Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)   I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)   Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)   Big thighs with brown-eyes      It's Lil Weezy for real   Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still   I got a good deal   I'm from a trill hood   I smoke real good   Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood   Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights   T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice   What that boy name   Birdman junior, huh   Fool was smile but five is so wild   I can smoke a green mile   Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby   Bling-blao, I rock a throwback Jordan 23   Rolling on hot 23's   Tote a big glock 23   You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans   My block living me   I want you to look hard at some easy money   Stop playing this is Weezy company   Uh-huh   [Hook]      I'm the son of Cash Money   The fodd of the squad   And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky   Why? Cuz I'm so fly   When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why   Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick   Looking for my roof where it went   Mink on the floor big shoes on the bent   Windows are the tint more wood than a bench   Working in the hood more green than the Grinch   Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint   Leaves on the tray popping up the back-end   Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim   It's Lil Weezy   Sucking on my wrist real breezy   And this is what I say when you see me   Look, and leave your broad at home she get took   Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book   [Hook]      Some call me Weezy   But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne   In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace   Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays   Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze   So move over what you say shortie   We could do rent pussy   Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas   And beating went to the A   Eat with JAZZY FAY   But yeah I'm on my way   Cuz I know he got that hay   Hey little mami   You a ghetto fire ten   You come to my post on the island   Come on that chronic   He-he empty vodka bottles   I be high he be drunk that my roll model   I rolls by you with my seat reclining   When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining   Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding   Cash Money what you hollering, huh   [Hook]