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[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em, Jazze
I (Yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now she wanna spend (What?)
All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me (Woah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)
(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)
Baby
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (Yeah)
(So how 'bout you, huh? Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)
Baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a five, I pitch a ten
Now she wanna get inside of my sixty-six
She see my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long-distant pimp
When I land, my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup
And I don't lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress, though
Gotta dress to impress, though
Gotta stay clean, plus mami in the next row
She with me, what you expect?
I live to be fly to death
It's the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours
When it rains, it pours, when it Waynes, it whores
Jazze, come on
[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
I (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me (Yeah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)
(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)
Baby (Yeah)
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)
Baby

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ayy, now why you wanna go and do that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they don't even come on
You're far from home, so leave it alone
You're creepin' with the king of the throne
You're sleepin' in a tee and a thong
With your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the mornin', yup
But I can't be there all morning
I'm a pimp, baby, yeah, I'm going, going, gone
[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
I (Yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)
Let me (Yeah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)
(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)
Baby (Yeah)
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)
Baby

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, uh, I'm sorry, I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid-back Mannie Fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doin'
Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewings
That's thirty-three V tires, he fire
These trees ain't papaya, mind ya
Gotta keep heat on your side too much
So I'ma get three more and cop you one, wait
Nah, hon, 'cause you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yeah
But I love the way your jeans huggin' your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 'cause I stick to the script, yup
I say I stick to my grip
I stick to my money, that's life to me, sorry, honey, Jazze
[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
I (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (Yeah, that's right, yeah)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right, yeah)
Now she wanna spend all night with me (Yeah, yeah, she wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)
Let me (Yeah), be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back, ma)
(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, ma)
Baby (Yeah)
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)
Baby

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Huh, so how 'bout you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?
See what I'm talkin' 'bout, sweetheart?
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale
You ain't gotta have Lee Corso
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott
You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports, baby
'Cause I got game, sweetheart
Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back?
Daddy's little girl, that's right
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
See, I can't give you the game, but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek and see what you get
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Weezy