My Weezy (feat. Lil Wayne / Tyga / Lil' Twist / Dj Drama)

Young Money all stars on the way

Put the party in the bag now hand it over

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

See I ain? t know you were gunna do this one

Ight, now you motherfuckers happy huh?

That? s what y? all you been wantin? huh?

Okay, okay

Go ahead 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 niggas can fly

This a Big E beat

And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat

Yeah, hehe

You can get pork chopped

Young Money bitch

Let the champagne cork pop

I will bat your man

Now go tell her short stop

Okay bitch, you do the wop

Well bitch, 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

Yeahh

Macaroni greens and hamhocks

I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock

Rock

To my own tune

Lil' Tune

My stomach hurtin'

My shit is dropping real soon

Kill whom and whoever for whatever

That barrel longer than a word with ten letters

Now you spell it

I say Young Money bitch forever

And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era

Know'm talkin' 'bout?

Yeah

I tell my niggas pick the target out

And then I quickly pick the target off

Like volleyball, I'm a serve 'em

And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin

Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon

Cleaner than some brand new detergent

Ya heard me?

And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie

Tell 'em get on (Birdman Jr. 's birdy)

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' niggas hatin' me up with

But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

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'

Nigga, 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 every