[ Lil' Wayne ] (Speak to them Jazze) I (Yea fly guy) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy-F baby) Let me be the one that you roll with too, baby (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)
[ Lil' Wayne ] I'll take your bitch give her back; take your bitch again That's because you throw a 5 I pitch a 10 Now she wanna get inside of my 66 She sees my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan She say she love her man she misses him But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me) I'm her long distance pimp When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip (yup) And I don't lie I confess, I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress (tho) Gotta dress to impress though, Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex rove She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death It's the bird man jr. sincerely yours When it rains it pours, when it rain at whores Jazze c'mon
[ Chorus ] [ Lil' Wayne ] Now why you wanna go and do that I can see through that Tattoo right there like I can't view that Girl what that say, wait who that Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil' Wayne (nope) Cus I'm way more fly Have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nope) [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/Tc ] And not a day go by us, we don't get higher than the telephone wires Cut your telephone off we riding where phones don't roam they don't even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creeping with the king of the throne You sleeping in a tee and a thong With your hair in a pony I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning (yup) But I can't be there all morning I'm a pimp baby yeah, I'm going, going, gone
[ Chorus ] [ Lil' Wayne ] I'm Sorry I was grooving Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music But let's get back to what we was doing Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's That's 33 retires he fire These streets ain't papaya ma Ya gotta keep heat on your side 2 must So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one Wait, naw hun cus you ain't exempt If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea) But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips But I can't fall for you cus I stick to the scrip (yup) I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that's life to me Sorry honey Jazze
[ Chorus ] [ Lil' Wayne ] So how bout you yea So how bout you See what I'm talking bout sweetheart you ain't even gotta have John Madden you ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole you ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn know what I'm talking bout, you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN you ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to talk sports baby cus I got game Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey What you want me to put on the back Daddy's little girl that's right, know what I'm talking bout I can't give you the game but I can show the game and you can see what you see and peek how you peek and see what you get Know what I'm talking bout Weezy
