[lil' wayne]
(speak to them Jazze)
I.. I'm way more fly than you
I'll take your dime from you
Now she wanna spend all night
with me(she wanna wake up to weezy f. baby) let me be the one that you throw it to,baby(throw it back ma, throw it back,throw it back,throw it back ma)
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you(so how 'bout you,yea yea,so how 'bout you)
[lil' wayne]
[verse 1]
I'll take your bitch, give her back,take your bitch again, that's because you throw her 5 I pitch her 10
Now she wanna get inside of my 66
she see my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan, she says she loves her man,she misses him but nobody do it better than her distant dick(me) I'm a 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 turned the orange vest into a dress though
Gotta dress to impress though,gotta stay clean, plus momnie in the next room
She with me what you expect I live to be fly to death, It's the Birdman junior sincerely yours,when it rains it pours,when it waynes it whores
[chorus]
I.. I'm way more fly than you
I'll take your dime from you
Now she wanna spend all night with me
let me be the one that you throw it to
(throw it back ma,throw it back,throw it back,throw it back ma)
and I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you(so how 'bout you,so how 'bout you)
[verse 2]
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 dat? bet he was lame,bet he ain't Lil' wayne(nope!) 'cause I'm way more flyer have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers and not a day goes by us we don't get higher than the telephone wires, cut your telephone off we riding where phones don't roam they don't even come on, you're far from home so leave it alone you're creeping with the king of the throne,you're sleeping in a tee and a thong with your hair in a pony, I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning(yea)but I can't be there all morning, I'm a pimp baby yeah I'm going..going..gone
[Chorus]
[verse 3]
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 doing
laid back in that lac on Pat Ewing's
that 33 tires he fire, these streets ain't
papaya ma, you gotta keep heat on your side too ma, so I'ma get three more and I'ma cop you one, wait nah hun 'cause you ain't exempt if your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip(yea) but I love the way your jeans suck in 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 said I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me sorry honey,Jazze
[Chorus]
[lil' wayne talking]
See what I'm talkin' 'bout sweetheart
you ain't gotta have John Madden, you ain't gotta have Dick Vitale,you ain't gotta have Lee Carsole,you ain't gotta have Stewart Scott,you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn know what i'm talking 'bout,you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN, you ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports 'cause I got game sweetheart, just fuck wit' 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 talking '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