Ok, you ain't know shit It's weezy f baby like da newborn bitch You aint know shit I put your girl to work now Here's a uniform bitch Pimpin over here And I aint santa clause but I make it rain dear Money out the ass Yeah money out the rear Weezy at the plate I could bunt it out of here Safe as a mother fucker Aint no safety button on this mother fucker Where the safe mother fucker? That's the case i can judge it Weezy F. the ample fury Hang 12 witnesses That's what I call a hung jury Brung Jerry Bling Bling I made that But I don't even say that As much as judges Say that That's way back Boy you should catch up It must of been mine Theys Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs Phat ass, skinny stomach pretty feet, pretty woman Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep I don't save em I slave em They want weezy f I bad grade em I don't degrade em I serenade em, 100 on the Charm 100 on the arm Rings so thick I cant even make a fist Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this Yeah And I just do my wayne And every time I do it I do my thang (2x) Qunta quinte on my shit nigga Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner But I ate a plate of loot for dinner Im in the garden sellin fruit to sinners Like apples to Shaq Hey big spender And do remember Just like Brenda 2 grand still get ya four and a baby Imma kill em when I drop like im holdin a baby Weezy f, the F is for don't Forget the Baby And bitch ive been hot but you don't know me From Satan And if your manning up you better show me Your peyton But you pussies Ain't ballin no sir Not lengthen Bricks get shipped Bricks get cut Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck Yeah But you Could call me Wayne But now watch me And my chain Gang Yes its me bitches Duece Bigalow on these he bitches Flu flow Flyer then bird coupe like a two door What do you know I know the streets bitch And this is my toilet And you cant eat shit Got them girls In my bathroom with their asses out Cause im fly Like flyers They passin out We mashin out We young Mula I got that 12 Guage Don't make me 1 2 ya 3 4 5 train bitch suwoop If you aint on my train Bitch cho cho Like you got my dick In your mizouth And imma do me bitch With you or without Shit i'm always Right sometimes And from the top Everybody look 1'9 And I'm 2'much The numbers don't lie And if they stop Makin' cadillacs I swear im gon die And if the weed man Don't have No more Onions imma cry And if yif was a fifth then id rather drink wine Shit Imma take my time Now are my dreads Actin lazy Cause i'm tired of all This ballin' And I roll with my riders like its harley party And we roll With them choppers like it's a harley party p.s.dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party I was ballin in New Orleans Way before The Charlotte Hornets Im an x man bitch I aint talkin marvel comics Put the dirty dishes in the sank No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank I spit like backwash, sasquash No back talk, I act lost But I bet that money find me Your jewelry telling jokes You got them funny diamonds I got them sunny diamonds I got them money problems That Christopher Wallace F**k bitches get money Young money