Lil Wayne - My Weezy lyrics

[DJ Drama] Young Money all stars on the way Put the party in the bag now hand it over [Lil' Wayne] Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute See I ain't know you were gunna do this one. Ight, now you motherf**ers happy huh? That's what y?all you been wantin? huh? Okay, okay, Go ahead Drama [DJ Drama] See I don't wanna be the Mixtape King no more, More like the Mixtape President, Barack Odrama! It was definitely time for change, I mean the game been dry So, I figured we going for re-election So, me and Wayne gon? keep runnin? So y'all n***as can fly [Lil' Wayne] This a Big E beat, And I'm a cook this b**h like piggy meat Yeah, hehe You can get pork chopped, Young Money b**h Let the champagne cork pop, I will bat your man, Now go tell her short stop Okay b**h, you do the wop Well b**h, I do the guap Okay man, you do the drop Well man, I do the yacht You pull up in parking lots I pull up the dock like Yeahhh Macaroni greens and hamhocks, I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, Rock To my own tune, Lil' Tune My stomach hurtin' My sh** is dropping real soon k** whom and whoever for whatever That barrel longer than a word with ten letters Now you spell it I say Young Money b**h forever, And we better than all these mothaf**as up in this era Know'm talkin' 'bout? Yeah I tell my n***as pick the target out, And then I quickly pick the target off Like volleyball, I'm a serve 'em, And being fake is p**y so n***a, I'm a virgin Dr. Carter, tell them b**hes I'm a surgeon Cleaner than some brand new detergent Ya heard me? And I make ya b**h get on the plane with that Fergie Tell 'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy) [Shanell] I love the skin that I'm in Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M. That Yack, That Goose, That 'Tron, That gin Got a couple girls crackin' Let the party begin I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it What you trippin' on? See, I'm a spoiled chick You frontin' n***as hatin' me up with But my crew holdin' duffle bags b**hes [Lil' Twist] Rockin' on the scene And yeah, I hit my dougie I D-Town boogy Now the girls really love me V.I.C. to Vic Yeah, They both got silly Lil' Twist, I get silly I'm the king of the city Young Money, Young Moula Yeah, the kid in this thang Grown men in this game Can't compete with me mayne Especially When I pull up in that candy red (54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil' Wayne) I'm a beast I'm a dog Yeah, yeah I rap harder Mic in my hand I run like Marion Barber You haters on the sidelines And I be a starter Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter That's my little sister if you boys didn't know (Wait) That's Weezy's daughter (So don't mess with her bro'!) Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars Signin' out Young Money, D-town's all star [Tyga] It's Tyga No lion I'm eating No diner This species Don't diet Every milla fish Friday Squad deep Like the white guy from Verizon Gator righteous So it's only right you meet the fugitive John McGiver Teenager School cyhphers I was too nicer Than them no license You gets no high-fivin' n***a, roll the damn dices Touch My word play touch is from the color great My kick game so unreal They say them colors must be fake Never been made MTV, I make Quake your very eyesight My fame's no mistake Since the deal Steak dinner everyday For the movie My life is like a Compton play You can see it Nearly breathe it From a couple feet away But stay away Cuz I don't Get along With them tag-along Let me Get on a song Period gone I'm off the hook like cordless phones My identity so right They think it's wrong G.E.D. Young Money Finish strong, so I'ma keep goin' My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face Like my skin was leather made Leatherman Louis You ain't never seen Like a nun booty None before me After It's only boys Tyga man I do it for the hatin' homies [DJ Drama] Shout to Hollygrove Shout to the A-town 304 wa**up? Shout to Harlem Philly wa**up?