Album: The Carter
Mannie Fresh Talking:
Ladies and gentlemen,
People wit jobs, people without jobs,
Middle class, upper class, high class, all that,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and twerkers, I present to you
(Fresh scratching his name)
DJ MANNIE
(Mannie)
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
put ya back in back out do the hump,
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
put ya back in back out do the hump
Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)
Well, I'm fly as a son of a gun, son of a stunna yep,
High as a 757 going to heaven, who
Weezy F ya reverend, preach about me,
I'm the god, 1 7, apple and e
Cash Money mackavelli y'all ain't ready,
Coupe fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82 I was born ready, I'm too ready,
Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini, top spaghetti,
Seats rag blue, uh, 20 to shoe
Boo me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you,
And I sleep with them sharks shorty on that water water
In a beamer eight hundred 40, momma shake something for me,
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money,
I'ma take that money, I'ma stay Cash Money
YOUNG LADIES
Chorus (Mannie & Lil Wayne)
Mannie Fresh:
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
put ya back in back out do the hump,
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
put ya back in back out do the hump
Lil Wayne:
Whodi, Bring it back to the Bottom of the Map (X4)
Verse 2 (Lil Wayne)
I take of my brim (beat stops)
Moment of silence for the homeboy SOULJA SLIM, yeah (beat starts)
Walkin round here will get ya back chopped off,
We do our own thing we don't act like y'all
I say, black white walls with the backs wiped off
Ay, y'all lil bustaz just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine
Weezy the don homey read between the lines
If you cant boy read my nine
I'm going hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm, the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it
I be easy, fall back and be cool with it
Paul Bearer is movin' this dead flow (I'm thru with it)
I'm the ****, nah nah I'm super rich
Weezy F Baby, I do this
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)
An old school gangster, mack like the 80s
I look like Cita and act like Baby
Yeah, you play with me I react like the navy
Or better yet the army, you gon' need them for me
In ya head is a bleepin' target
You don't want me to see you with my peaking Thomas
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep it New Orleans
Sleep with the women that sleep with the hornets
A country boy in something foreign, bout 100,000 more than what you're in
You not bout it you freeze up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles
Pop y'all like spot pimples
Wizzle fizzle original hot bizzle
Still lil wayne but my dividends not little
Don't be surprised how the crown feel
Get down, get down, cuz I am the prince
Chorus
The best rapper alive, since the best rapper retired
The best rapper alive, since the best rapper retired