[Intro: Lil Wayne & Birdman]Chyeah, cut me up, manCut me up in the phones, yeahThat's rightChyeahChyeahUh-ohUh-ohI got the Birdman in my presence, so you know it's crazyBelieve that, daddy[Chorus: Lil Wayne]Check me, and I'm ridin' with a body on the shottyStretch a nigga out like PilatesCatch a nigga outside his hideySnatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by meI'm on that piff, that pottyThat shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the '90sShiny P-90 in the liningI'm dining, don't time me, motherfucker[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]I'm a young-ass piranhaDon't get caught in that water 'cause I'm waitin' for a drownerAnd on the corner, I got packs on the counterBefore your bitch leave, I make Young Marl count 'emTryin' to get a dollar, I could turn it to a thousandI'm so determined, it's an economic problemDrama, that's why I carry the llamaReady at any given day to bury my honorLove weed so much, I tried to marry JuanaSo pass the pastrami and asparagus, mamaI'm lunchin', 'cause in my areaIf you got bread, you better break it or we sharin' yaI got his ankles and his stereo'Cause I could get a cool buck fifty for that, and the barrio, that's HollygroveIt's Hollygrove 'til I adiosGotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah[Chorus: Lil Wayne]And I'm ridin' with a body on the shottyStretch a nigga out like PilatesCatch a nigga outside his hideySnatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by meI'm on that piff, that pottyThat shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the '90sShiny P-90 in the liningI'm dining, don't time me, motherfucker[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]Hot Boy WayneSince the beginning, I've been in and out of some shitThinnin' out the thickLiving out the script for the role that was chosenBut I don't want an award, I'm tryin' to affordBack to the road in a Honda AccordThe whole right side slam down with that rawA city supply, the city get high, likeIf I was cleared, I would've touched ClaudetteYep, I'm so fresh like sex in the sheetsBut I'm from the dirty, dirty like sex on the beachThe checks on my Nikes, they match my CornicheThe button up shirt match my button seatsThe AK-47 match my fuckin' heatWatch your fuckin' feet 'cause I'm hot in the streetsYeah, a quarter thing is how I got in the streetsI had money ever since that week, young Weezy[Chorus: Lil Wayne]Yeah, and I'm ridin' with a body on the shottyStretch a nigga out like PilatesCatch a nigga outside his hideySnatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by meI'm on that piff, that pottyThat shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the '90sShiny P-90 in the liningI'm dining, don't time me, motherfucker[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]Seventeen, gangster, Hollygrove soldierGot a lil' money, got a lot more colderMy top don't roll up, it fold upMy money don't fold up, it build upYou niggas ain't fly, get your gear upCopped my bitch the Marc Jacob boots and the earmuffsGot her lookin' like Kamora or somethin'Brought Kamora to the South, now Kamora stuntin'Yeah, we big business pimpin', chyeahWalkin' with a limp, talkin' with a slurBarkin' at your bitch, bet her pussycat purrShe all on mine, she ain't lookin' at yoursAnd if a man trip, he get the blit-bla-blat-blurrCredit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyeah, chyeahCredit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyeah[Chorus: Lil Wayne]And I'm ridin' with a body on the shottyStretch a nigga out like PilatesCatch a nigga outside his hideySnatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by meI'm on that piff, that pottyThat shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the '90sShiny P-90 in the liningI'm dining, don't time me, motherfucker, Wizzle
