Lil Wayne - Big Tigger Live on the Radio Lyrics

Ayy, you locked down to the south W-B-I-T-C-H
Where the W stands for, "What?"
Hit us up, 1-800-N-O bitch
What's happening?

(Hello)
Yo
(Yeah, man, check this shit out, man)
(I went to the concert last night)
(You know what I'm sayin'?) Right
(The after party, the niggas put on Rashid's shit

Roc master Rashid? (You know?)
(Yeah, yeah)
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
(Ain't nobody move, nobody did shit) right
(You know what I'm sayin')
(But when they put Wayne's shit on) uh-huh
(And everybody, you know)
(TVs fell down, a f*cking helicopter come from the f*cking sky twirling and shit)
(Niggas throwing money every-goddamn-where)
(But, you know Rashid, man, that nigga, you know)
(Put country biz' in rap, he wanna save the whales)
(Do something for, you know, the f*cking earth)

Dog, he not bringing that heat like 500 Degreez
That's what we got right here
With Lil Wayne and Cash Money
Caller two, get up outta here
Ayy, W-B-I-T-C-H, what's happenin'?

(Yeah, what's up?)
(I got a problem with this nigga) uh-huh
(He keep calling me) uh-huh
(Stalking me and shit) mmhm
(Calling, talkin' 'bout)
(He want me to stick my finger in my booty)
Ew (hello)
So what you gon' do? (Ayy, bitch)
(Man, Rashid be trippin')
Roc master Rashid? (Roc master Rashid)
(Man, get off the phone)
Well, I'm sayin' this dude who want you to stick your finger up your ass
What you, what's his name? Do you know his name?
(Some crazy ass nigga named, Gregory)
Okay, well let's launch this one for my man, Greg (still on the f*ckin' phone)
To be quite honest, I ain't even mad at you, dawg (told your f*ckin' ass, get off the phone)
W-B-I-T-C-H, 500 Degreez