Okay, you ain’t know shit
It’s Weezy 
F baby like a newborn bitch
You ain’t know shit
I put your girl to work now, here’s a uniform bitch
Pimpin’ over here and 
I ain’t Santa 
ClauseBut yeah, 
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 motherfucker
Ain’t no safety button on this motherfucker
Where the safe motherfucker?
That’s the case, 
Doc the judge
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 [unverified] 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 FI bad grade ‘em, 
I don’t degrade ‘em
I serenade ‘em100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
Rings so thick 
I can’t even make a fist
Nigga, fuck how you do it‘
Cause I do it like this
Yeah, and 
I just do my 
WayneAnd every time 
I do it I do my thang
Yeah, and 
I just do my 
WayneAnd every time 
I do it I do my thang
Kunta Kinte on my shit, nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I’m in the garden sellin’ fruit to sinners
Like apples to 
Shaq, hey big spender
And do remember just like 
Brenda2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I’ma kill ‘em when 
I drop like 
I’m holdin’ a baby
Weezy FThe 
F is for don’t forget the baby
And bitch, 
I’ve been hot
But you don’t know me from 
SatanAnd if you’re 
Manning up
You better show me you’re 
PeytonBut you pussies ain’t ballin’, no sir
Not lathen?
Bricks get shipped , bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, 
Nip & Tuck
Yeah, but you could call me 
WayneBut now watch me and my chain, gang
Yes, it’s me bitches
Deuce Bigalow on these he bitches
Flu flowFlyer then 
Bird Coupe like a two door
What do you know?
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out’
Cause I’m fly like flyers they passin’ out
We mashin’ out, we young 
MulaI got that 12 gauge don’t make me 1 2 ya3 4 5 train bitch, suwoop
If you ain’t on my train, bitch, cho cho
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I’ma do me, bitch, with you or without
Shit 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’ 
Cadillac’s
I swear I’m gon’ die
And if the weed man
Don’t have no more onions 
I’ma cryAnd if yif was a piff then 
I’d rather drink wine
Shit, I’ma take my time
Now, am I crazy or just lazy?’
Cause I’m tired of ballin’ darlin’
And I roll with my riders like it’s 
Harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it’s a 
Harley party
We are all dressed in red like it’s a scarlet party
I was ballin’ in 
New Orleans way before the 
Charlotte 
HornetsI’m an 
X man, bitch, 
I ain’t talkin’ 
McCormickPut 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 
WallaceFuck bitches, get money
Young money