All my niggas if you
with me (nobody)
Where you at? (Oh)
All my soldiers if you with me (yeah, baby,
yeah)
Where you at? (Oh)
All my hustlas if you with me (V, put
the house on your boy)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? Say (oh) (I got
us)
Niggas if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh) (I got us,
dawg)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say
(oh)
Hustlas if you with me (they cannot
hold the boy)
Let me hear you say (oh)
Say, say (oh)
Say (oh)
I come and do my thing and
hold down my side
Single street man throw my
set up high
Weezy Wee gang call them
boys that squad
That squad, squad up, you know?
When we (we) get a lot of dough
on the strength of me (me)
Get a lot of 'dro for the
strength of fee (fee)
Get a lot of blow, but keep that on the D
D what? D-L you you know
And oh, you don't wanna
fuck with a nigga
'Cause a nigga might fuck
with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the flo'
Truly I don't buck with you, nigga
Let my tooly talk talk to you, nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man,
whoa
20's on the six with the kicks
sitting low (low)
Sticky in my swish man gasoline flow
Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow
Pass the pine to the pimp, old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse
old school with the
Ass up high, the front dip drip bam
Mami like damn Lil' Wayne
stop playing
Baby, I'm a baller, I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R
Flip them birds, man,
eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for for half and forty-five
for for quarter
Yeah, Tity baby, put it in the air
I'm jumpin' out this atmosphere
And I'm jumpin' in your bitch
if she at a player
Jumping in the painted thing
on them dang-a-dangs
You You see the arm when I
pass nigga bling-a-ling
You You You now I'm armed we can mash,
man, it ain't a thing
You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla,
ain't a game
I got a banana clip for all
you orangutans
Let's bang
Ayy, it's young Weezy can't
nothing see me, dawg
I get you done easy with one easy phone call
And the sawed off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo,
wont bother me no more
Ice like strobe light,
look like I'm moving slo' mo'
Probably look nice on low pro Yokohamas
With 20-inch chromes
pokin' out 'em
Chrissy 'til the dome
tote the ganja
Red-bone in the shower
Hello Pocahontas,
give a long stroke poke for hours
Floating vagina, oh, I'ma holla
So coke and the nanies I'm
honest man
Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double,
and sometimes it's scams
But I know to hustle,
and some glocks'll jam
But I know how to bust 'em,
and some drops'll slam
All alloy buttons that's all stuntin'
That boy's something, yeah
500 Degreez right here
They cant stop you boy
V, Slim, B, French,
put the house on your boy
Put everything you own on your boy
I got us
This gotta be the last song on the album
'Cause once nigga hear this,
nigga don't wanna hear no fuckin' more
And mind you, I'm not a rapper,
don't get that shit twisted, nigga
I just do this shit 'cause I gotta feed
Feed my fuckin' seed,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck y'all
Lil Wayne 
