Lil Wayne - Look At Me lyrics

Weezy Wee Weezy baby Weezy Wee Its Weezy baby Weezy Wee Its Weezy baby [Chorus] Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dudes money too young Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman Jr., huh Four was mild but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan twenty three Rolling on hot twenty three's Tote a big glock twenty three You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh [Chorus] I'm the son of Cash Money The father of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cause I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play 'cause I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy s**ing on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and leave your broad at home she get took Cause I'm a player hold the game by the book [Chorus] Some call me Weezy But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne In that booger-green lay like sugar being made Sweet, deuce feet but I should've put tre's Forget it I'm a slam it on bubba-bubba-blades So what what you say shawty We could do breakfast Normally I wouldn't but B done flew to Texas And B done went to the "A" With Jazze Pha Well hey I'm on my way Cause I know he got that haze Hey little mami You a ghetto fire tin I'm come to my post Stunner Island Come on that chronic He-he empty vodka bottles I be high he be drunk that my roll model I rolls by you with my seat reclining When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding Cash Money what you hollering, huh [Chorus]