[Ver1:]
God Damn
Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'm a paint the city red with this one
I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy
Who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance just that persistance with that commitment
If I don't get it somebody gonna die tonight
I know my vibe is tight
And I deserve the throne and if the kid ain't right
Then let me die on this song, see I be riding just riding alone
With my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding
How the hell you ain't here to see a prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me, that's Weezy F Baby
And please say the motherfuckin, so I be who I be that's me
That's Weezy F Baby and please say the motherfucking.
[Hook:]
Baby you gotta know
I'm just out here doing what I gotta do for me and you
And we eating
So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky
My feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge won't budge
No I won't budge no
Lord.
[Ver2:]
Money is the motivation, facing the avenue
Back touching the wall, got the weed got the gun
Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Damn)
Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off
You know me they call me Birdman Junior
Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of the Opera, all black guap 10 locked in
I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof
Shoot ya' in your mouth Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth
I'm like, what it do, What it do
There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two
If I'm open for the three, I'm a take it in a second
Even if there's one second, I'm a make it it's nothing
I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing
I'm a take it for what it's worth
To the dirt motherfucker
Yeah.
[Hook]
[Ver3:]
I ain't never killed nobody I promise
And I promise if you try me he goin' have to rewind this track
And make me go back, that thing will go ratt
That boy will lay flat, so flat that act
Is what I perform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan fly till I die, what you saying
Bathing Ape, Yves St, Evisu what I stay in
And got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba
Streets reply I look right in a four-seater
You know I be out here right in a four-seater
Top Floor of the four seasons, four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up, and look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world, so homie bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing
Now get your hustle up.
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Man, man
This be that hustler musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music yo
So ride to it yo
And vibe to it yo
I'm asking y'all please please
Young Weezy got that hustler musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik
Ride to it yo
Vibe to it yo
Vibe to it yo
Shhhhhhhh... Shhhhh...
It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
Eyy, it's trill shit man, it's real talk boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body
We warned the place, we here
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga.
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