(feat. Blaque, Mannie Fresh)

[Chorus: Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]

Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)

You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)

Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)

Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine (*##$, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)

Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, !@()s (Believe that daddy)

'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes

I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the ^!$$%s on the block that got that work to move


[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out

Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
$#&@ you (*##$ you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout

So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
^!$$% we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South

Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp

Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber

All I need is my banger, ^!$$% it's Weezy
This %#@! is over somebody cue me


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[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man

I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder

That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man

Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road
For the ^!$$% gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son

That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned

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