I get the game from the big-timers, nigga
Who else? (Speedo)
On the real, nigga, hundred percent, respect the game
'Cause I got the game, yeah
Y'all know who I is
Weezy come through in a bubble blue IG
TVs front and back, leather wood all around
Plus I got the boom-boom, surround sound
Don't hate on me, boy, if you do, bow, get down
Come from under my shirt, try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'm a key-runner, man
My car got a hundred comin' up in three Hummers, man
We stunners, man, I might stumble across a grand
Give it to your wifey and watch how she -slurp
I'ma pipe you like an Icee, I might be in the Range that night
I might be in the Lex watchin' the game that night
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playin' it right
But if I lose, it's cool, that's some changeless hype
Ain't nothin', I ain't doin' nothin' if I ain't stuntin'
Hold up, girl, be quiet, Lil' Wayne comin', haha
Slow your roll, lil' one
You ain't glad and sparkin' with Ms. Pat and gray-head over there
And they in the back card gamblin', they at the bar drankin'
But go 'head, be quiet with it, lil' one
Broads, I use 'em, haters, I blues 'em
My whole front grill is full of confusion
Goddamn it, Weezy pulled up in a Porsche, expanded
The top was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that, got Rolex, Gucci, hard to stay watchin'
Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique, they with forty-eight biatches
Million-dollar man, baby, Ted DiBiase
Catch me sippin' on some Henn', maybe some Courvoisier
Sammy, Mario, Tootie, Ted, that's my posse
And what? You might see me dippin' low in a Benz truck
Tell your girl hello, I done did her, what you muggin' me for?
Keep playin' with me, I'll put a slug in your dome
Now lookie here, youngblood
Pull your pants up on your ass
And put that piece of metal up in your shirt
Don't make me get up out this wheelchair and kick your ass
Now keep doin' what you doin', go 'head
Y'all know me, young player, stomp with the big dogs
Play with me, boy, give you cancer like menthol
-Coughs- Cough up, got a cat-eye Benz on broaders
Big callers, uptown shiners
Original Hot Boys, baby, big timers, I spit game
Gettin' head, they be like, "Quit, Wayne"
Half hour later, I'm in they slit, man, haha
It be kicks, man, let me get real
I'll kill on the battlefield, steal for the scrill, I will
Never leave my clique, nigga, I'm too trill
I'm a lil' peep squeal, but I'm an ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted, nigga, I'm takin' your lover
I mean I'm rapin' your lover, leave a taste in my rubber
I'm a player, nigga, I'm a player
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