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[Hook]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 dues money to yaBright 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[Verse 1]It's Lil Weezy for realOnly Cash Money Hot Boy that stood stillI got a good dealI'm from a trill hoodI smoke real goodSlide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hoodPipes, rally stripes and fog lightsT-shirt white, three stripes with all iceWhat that boy nameBirdman junior, huhFool was smile but five is so wildI can smoke a green mileGot a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you babyBling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23Rolling on hot 23'sTote a big glock 23You're looking at the seventeen ward of New OrleansMy block living meI want you to look hard at some easy moneyStop playing this is Weezy companyUh-huh[Hook][Verse 2]I'm the son of Cash MoneyThe fodd of the squadAnd Baby bout to buy me a house in the skyCuz I'm so flyWhen my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself whyCoupe kinda wide but I move sorta quickLooking for my roof where it wentMink on the floor big shoes on the bedWindows are the tint more wood than a benchWorking in the hood more green than the GrinchPlease don't play cuz I'm connected like SprintLadies on the tray popping up the back-endPeppermint leather with a feather in my brimIt's Lil WeezySucking on my wrist real breezyAnd this is what I say when you see meLook, and leave your broad at home she get tookCuz I'm a player hold the game by the book[Hook][Verse 3]Some call me WeezyBut hoes holla look at Lil WayneIn that booger-green lay like should've been MaceSweet, do speak when I should've put traysForget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blazeSo move over what you say shortieWe could do rent pussyNormally I wouldn't but beating through the TexasAnd beating went to the AEat with desert feyBut yeah I'm on my wayCuz I know he got that hayHey little mamiYou a ghetto fire tinYou come to my post on the islandCome on that chronicHe-he empty vodka bottlesI be high he be drunk that my roll modelI rolls by you with my seat recliningWhen I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shiningMoney don't stop keep spinning and keep grindingCash Money what you hollering, huh[Hook]more