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    Look At Me

    Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
    I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
    Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
    Y'all dues money to yung
    Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
    I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
    Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
    Big thighs with brown-eyes

    It's Lil Weezy for real
    Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
    I got a good deal
    I'm from a trill hood
    I smoke real good
    Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
    Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
    T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
    What that boy name
    Birdman junior, huh
    Fool was smile but five is so wild
    I can smoke a green mile
    Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
    Bling-blao, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
    Rolling on hot 23's
    Tote a big glock 23
    You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
    My block living me
    I want you to look hard at some easy money
    Stop playing this is Weezy company

    I'm the son of Cash Money
    The fodd of the squad
    And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
    Why? Cuz I'm so fly
    When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
    Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
    Looking for my roof where it went
    Mink on the floor big shoes on the bent
    Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
    Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
    Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
    Leaves on the tray popping up the back-end
    Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
    It's Lil Weezy
    Sucking on my wrist real breezy
    And this is what I say when you see me
    Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
    Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book

    Some call me Weezy
    But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
    In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
    Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
    Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
    So move over what you say shortie
    We could do rent pussy
    Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
    And beating went to the A
    Eat with JAZZY FAY
    But yeah I'm on my way
    Cuz I know he got that hay
    Hey little mami
    You a ghetto fire ten
    You come to my post on the island
    Come on that chronic
    He-he empty vodka bottles
    I be high he be drunk that my roll model
    I rolls by you with my seat reclining
    When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
    Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
    Cash Money what you hollering, huh

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