MOG

(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music
(That's right)
If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea

But I can't fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
(That's right)
That's 33 weak tires, he fire

Sorry honey, Jazze"
When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze, c'mon
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Now why you wanna go do that?
You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Let me be the one that you roll with too
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress dough
But let's get back to what we was doing
'Coz I'm way more flyer
They don't even come on
Daddy's little girl, that's right
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Naw hun 'coz you ain't exempt
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
I'll take your dime from you
I, I'm way more fly than you
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby
You creepin' with the king of the throne
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
I'll take your dime from you
I, I'm way more fly than you
Now she wanna spend all night with me
I'll take your dime from you
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
I'm sorry I was groovin'
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one, wait

You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
But I can't be there all mornin'
Plus momma in a Lex 4
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
You're far from home so leave it alone
But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me
I can see through that
What you want me to put on the bag?
Let me be the one that you roll with too
So how 'bout you?

Now she wanna spend all night with me
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
She say she love her man, she misses him
I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
(That's right)
So how 'bout you?

(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby
Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's
And I don't lie, I confess
Now she wanna spend all night with me
These streets ain't papaya ma

'Coz I got game sweetheart
Bet he was lame, bet he not Lil' Wayne, no
I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
Now she wanna get inside of my '66

That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10

And see what you get
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going, gone
I'll take your dime from you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

(That's right)
(That's right)
And not a day go by us
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
Girl, what that? Say wait, who that?
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(That's right)

(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay clean
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
See I can't give you the game but I can show you the game
I'm her long distance pimp
I, I'm way more fly than you
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
Let me be the one that you roll into
(That's right)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
Now she wanna spend all night with me
Tattoo right there, like I can't view that
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
See what I'm talking bout sweet heart