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I'll be stuntin' like my daddy, call me Weezy, do what baby do
Post it at the house, with no money, that's what lazy do
If it's A or B, then multiply and get your paper full
What you mean you ain't got no money

Like white folks say, man, that's crazy, dude
But that shit don't bother me, can't keep that shit real far from me
F*ck up, don't trip, just step it up, heard over niggas like Jeshua
Hit six, turn around, then hit the eight, shots out to the whole interstate

Pay all records, yeah, we in this bitch, nah, for real, we in the bitch
Ain't nothin' but a friend with benefits, like Justin Timberlake, you've seen the flip
Now let's get back to this gangsta shit, hoes on the track, that pimpin' shit
These niggas better check my membership, been here since 1986

But I swear I was born in 72, cause I be doin' that shit that your daddy do
Hatin' on me, I ain't mad at you, take my bitch, I ain't mad at you
Take my money, I'm on your head, do it by myself, I keep the bread
If you hard-hittin', nigga, f*ck Simon Says, these niggas don't know what time it is

Every day I'm in B-Smoke, oh, f*ck, we're on the test
You made your bed, now lay in it, f*ck around, see me in it
Lookin' like I pitched nine innings, you ain't gon' want it once I hit it
Cause I'ma do them things that you can't do, and I'ma take you to a place that you can't go

Yeah, I'm harder than a bitch like Hennessy, you soft on a hoe like Hipno
No back on the D's with a hip-ho, shots goes out to my cam-phone
Cruisin' down the street, movin' slow-mo, watchin' Popo, gettin' Moldo
My Chevrolet's so clean, these niggas be hatin' on me

When they see me in the street, they be like, they go, H-P
And they like, boy, you a fool, do the damn thing, show them haters what it do
And she like, baby, go ham, that's the only way that them haters understand
I'm the motherfuckin' man, like my partner, Shottie Lowe

Anything you niggas need, you know I got it for the low
I'm feelin' fair, calm, partially cloudy, no chance of rain
Sugar friend on these hoes, gang, recognize gang
Like the freeway, men will stop, nothin', youngin', yeah, they jockin

Pabaci, Benihana, my fish tank got three piranhas
And then they crazy like they own her, throw a goldfish and they own her
Cause she's my colonna and my bitch from Arizona
She was born in Barcelona, all these bitches own her

And these niggas is too, but they can't do it like I do
I'm wetter than a sea dew, send her out, she bring back two
Tell them to bash, she bring back three, Twitter in my pocket, P-I-N-P, holla
P-I-N-P

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