Chrome on the monster, leather intestines
With a top model, and the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler, yes I'm a rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy f**in' Baby, yeah straight up out the stroller
Chrome on the monster
Leather intestines
With a top model
And the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler
Yes I'm a rock-n-roller
It's Weezy f**in' Baby
Yeah straight up out the stroller
I'm higher than the solar
System
Marley twist 'em
I'm like Macaulay Culkin
I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself, I'm ballin'
You n***as haterholics
I'm just the recipe
So you can save the garlic
I'm like a set of keys
I'm bout to get it started
I smoke them Beverly
Hills, from California
Them b**hes after me
So I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on him
I watch out for them snakes, listen for that rattle homie
And I ain't got a clique, I got a cattle homie
What up five, kickin' back just bein boo
I'm talking foreign money, like a European dude
Yeah I'm heavy man, so you should reconsider
I hit you one time, f** up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm, yeah, I got soul y'all
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold, f** around and get a cold sore
I got this b**h on lock like a closed door
Weezy's real, them other n***as folklore
I'm connected, I got more hoods than a coat store
I'm successful, I got more sh** than you can hope for
And I got through that water like a boat oar
Young, Carter the name
Baby boy rising like hot water and 'caine
Whip it, stretch it, and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up
We up in the club, we up in the club
Money running like water, b**h get up in the tub
I'm up in the club, she up in the club, he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we f** in the club
Am I lucky or what? Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got more girls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Sampras
And a n***a drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a n***a smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and deceivin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'mma be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah, that's right, Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17, I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
f** with me wrong I'll f** with your home
Like a letter to the wife saying your husband is gone
Like m**m, I'm calm
But like m**m I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
I'm funky like underarms
The engineer's recording a thunderstorm
My hunger forms, then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm
Weezy f**in'