Yea hit me wit the snares Fresh Just the snares fresh I like the snares Fresh Ima ride the snares all the way throught this thing right here man Im sexy Weezy baby Test once again what up This is what they call me bitch
Eagle Eagle Carter Man In a 96 Regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundramat Gotta wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I gotta do somethin I done blown my last Dollar holla at ya boy on the ave And that cheaper eagle is what im known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask And make it halloween and take all ya bags I say Holly Holly Grove wount you gon on and stash Fuck it make these mutha fuckas understand I say look coach ya pitchin at me underhand But im a designated hitter I adjust so fast Yall been designin woman im a womans man Im the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band and They say they want the drugs to stop But Ima major set back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mammy's pot I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot Im tryna get back door I demand it now Yea panic now you better pan it down Fore the neighbors sen me over here tearin it down Here's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, The Prince
[Hook x2] This is my town my home This is my crown my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on
And the handgun is so included Dont get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya hoe I dont want yo contusions I make my hoe stop and let the dough keep movin A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance It Money Over Bitches that im gon keep provin Yes its Weezy F. I got ya mama groovin Out of all the Hot Boys she say im the coolest I bought my bag of oranges this time to juice it This game is a bitch and im tryna seduce it I floss a awful lot of haters tryna reduce it But the laser on the 45 is eyein ya stupid (oh) One shot to remind ya who is That fly lil nigga thats behind the trigga (wizzle) Im off chronic combined wit liqour But nigga will never see me like mama tigger (oh) A 80's baby a fightin nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga Im somethin ya culpepper like a viking slick See me over the viking stove and im whitin bricks Or in the middle of the shootout untightin clips Pop another one shoot back while lightin this spliff I do this You catchin my drift Representin wit my section on my belly and shit I am the prince
[Hook]
So roll the carpet out Cause you fuckin wit a nigga from the royal south See ya either in or ya out And if ya out stay in cause them warriors out Them vultures the cops and them lawyers out I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out Nah nigga I never call ya house Im probably somewhere takin Toya out Not answerin my phone man ignorin ya spouse She leavin messages about me enjoyin her mouth (aye)(stop) Im ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name nah better yet point em out (aye) Me and the streets got a joint account Im from the streets that ya need to be warned about New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth And we tote a lot of iron that'll flatten ya out Few roaches but never have no rats in his house Never tell on one another leave that in the house Always been a small hustler move my packagin out I ever run into some trouble send them savages out These niggas talkin sweet I get them cavaties out I got graveyard flyers man im passin em out (aye) Bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the Prince
This is my town my home (yea) This is my crown my throne (the prince) This is me on my own (the prince) Let's get it on (the prince)
This is my town my home (the prince) This is my crown my throne (weezy) This is me on my own (by my self so niggas guess what) Let's get it on