| It’s Lil Weezy for real |
| Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still |
| I got a good deal |
| I’m from a trill hood |
| I smoke real good |
| Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood |
| Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights |
| T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice |
| What that boy name |
| Birdman junior, huh |
| Fool was smile but five is so wild |
| I can smoke a green mile |
| Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby |
| Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 |
| Rolling on hot 23's |
| Tote a big glock 23 |
| You’re looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans |
| My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money |
| Stop playing this is Weezy company |
| Uh-huh |
| I’m the son of Cash Money |
| The fodd of the squad |
| And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky |
| 'cause I’m so fly |
| When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why |
| Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick |
| Looking for my roof where it went |
| Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed |
| Windows are the tint more wood than a bench |
| Working in the hood more green than the Grinch |
| Please don’t play 'cause I’m connected like Sprint |
| Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end |
| Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim |
| It’s Lil Weezy |
| Sucking on my wrist real breezy |
| And this is what I say when you see me Look, and |