Song Lyrics

Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be muggin' me
You know im muggin' back
niggas be muggin' me
You know im muggin' back

(yeah)
Check me out look
26 inches got me sittin' crooked.
Old school Chevy faster den a silver bullet.
Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin'
Two bitches goin' at each other pussy.
Top chopped sent da car to the barbershop.
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot.
I'm so unorthodox
I got the bitch ridin' my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Yeah, I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot.
A lil' cush make my eyes and my shoulders drop,
A lil' syrup and I can make the soda pop,
Keep talkin' an I can make my soldiers pop,
Got real niggas ridin' wit me till the motor' stop,
I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op.
I got it covered like a coke top. (OK)

[Chorus]
It go always strapped
When I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be muggin' me
You know im muggin' back
niggas be muggin' me,
You know im always strapped
When I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
Bitches be lovin me
They know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin me
They know I love 'em back

See they gon respect me,
Believe dat,
Get 'em
Lil Weezy
Hollygrove hollapeena
Take a bite give ya ass a high fever
Them niggas jokin' I'm laughin' like a hyena
Real talk I had a Bird before I had a Beamer
Real talk I had the Beamer before I had the Benz
Swear to god I had the Benz before I had the Bentley
I ain't lien I had the Bentley before I got the Rolls Royce
Control it by voice I'm done with it.
Chauffeur in the driver seat doesn't come with it
I gotta pay dude every day dude,
Them niggas soft them niggas just beginner food
They ain't fuckin' with my interlude.
Ha ha yeah, I get women in the mood,
In the mood to get in the nude
And when we in the nude
Don't intrude she's falling apart
She wanna get screwed (C.M.B. nigga)
You can have a family feud
You jump in that water u will get brewed. Boy

[Chorus]

Santana, ya dig (Ay!)
Let me talk to em. Let me get em.
I make big money
I drive big cars
I smoke big blunts I don't need to hit y'alls.
I'm higher then the stars
I'm higher then the sky
I'm sittin' on Mars
I'm higher then high
I'm flier then fly
Chrome hard chain
From the wallet to the belt loop rock n roll fly
I dig the ladies the ladies dig I
So I dig they back out and make the chicks cry
(gotta) send em to they ma
(gotta) send em to they pa
(gotta) send em to they guy (what)
There's something on they mind
There's money on my mind like Weezy Baby said
I ain't talking for this money
I'm speakin' to your head (Bang) ya dead
The two cock and pop yeah like boom shockalocka
Me I'm at the pool smooth colada, I'm sippin' on it
A long straw in my lap got the pistol on it
You see it I ain't sittin' on it (Nope!)
And my pockets full of cash money
Dipset bitch Cash Money f*ck of the last supper

[Chorus]

Dwayne Carter, Rondell Cobbs, Bryan Williams