Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
It's Weezy, baby, young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
F*ck you, bitch, you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drought
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga, we Tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lamby
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only keepin' it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga, it's Weezy
This shit over, somebody king me
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
Yeah, you don't want to play with me, I touch you, man
Lose your man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a Def Jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yayo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of your stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
Aqua water, how do you want it, man?
Hey, I tote a lot of toolies, dun, I done broke a lot of hoopties dun
I done drove a lot of QPs from here and there on the road
But a nigga gotta move this, son, and I show you how to do this, son
That's that boy Weezy Wee, yeah, CMB, bitch, in your stomach
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
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Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
It's Weezy, baby, young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
F*ck you, bitch, you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drought
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga, we Tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lamby
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only keepin' it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga, it's Weezy
This shit over, somebody king me
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
Yeah, you don't want to play with me, I touch you, man
Lose your man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a Def Jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yayo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of your stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
Aqua water, how do you want it, man?
Hey, I tote a lot of toolies, dun, I done broke a lot of hoopties dun
I done drove a lot of QPs from here and there on the road
But a nigga gotta move this, son, and I show you how to do this, son
That's that boy Weezy Wee, yeah, CMB, bitch, in your stomach
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
It's Weezy, baby, young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
F*ck you, bitch, you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drought
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga, we Tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lamby
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only keepin' it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga, it's Weezy
This shit over, somebody king me
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
Yeah, you don't want to play with me, I touch you, man
Lose your man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a Def Jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yayo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of your stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
Aqua water, how do you want it, man?
Hey, I tote a lot of toolies, dun, I done broke a lot of hoopties dun
I done drove a lot of QPs from here and there on the road
But a nigga gotta move this, son, and I show you how to do this, son
That's that boy Weezy Wee, yeah, CMB, bitch, in your stomach
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator inside (believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
Writer: Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Tristan Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Lil Wayne
Language: English
Length: 4:12
Written by: Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Tristan Jones