Pass the Dutch

[Produced by Chase N. Cashe] [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Ugh! Too many women and not enough time I'm a cool cat, but I'm on Life Nine Pimping ain't dead 'cause I be the lifeline And I don't buy the bar 'cause it don't sell white wine Go on, let that light shine, balling for a lifetime Smoking on that nice pine, Weezy baby flight-flying You can call him your husband, call me at nighttime And even though women change, I will always like dimes And yeah, I'm quite fine, but shawty much finer And I just get behind her and smack it like E. Honda And please don't hate on me when you see me with Keyana 'Cause she wilder than Nirvana and colder than your honor Holler at your boy mañana, Maybach come with a recliner Run up on it and shit will get uglier than an iguana This is only a reminder, it's Young Money—don't forget it And I'm Weezy F. Baby, you might find it on her titty Would you— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants (Ugh) She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man (Look) [Verse 2: Short Dawg] Chilling with my posse, 'bout to call some ladies over (Uh-huh) Tell them this is YME, so when you come, you can't leave sober (Right) You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her (That's right) Put her on a tab, now she rolling like a baby stroller (Ah) I’m the freshest niggas seen (Seen), weapon in my jeans (Jeans) Shoot your lights out, I’m like Redick with the beam (Beam) Life's a game of chess, and I'm heading for your queen (Uh-huh) Not my stomach and my thighs, but her head is in between (Eww) She wetter than a stream (Yeah), I drink medicine to lean (Sipping) Keep a cup in my hand like I'm begging for some cheese (Haha) I fall off in the party (Ugh), yeah, I'm kinda tardy (I know) But if a hater trip, we ride on him like a Harley Look, you call it "getting married," I call it "acting selfish" (Suckers) My belt got G's on it like a Packers helmet And I'ma hit it if you bring your girl around (I promise) But the weed is like my collar (Why?), 'cause I might just turn it down if you— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants (Ugh, Gudda) She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Okay, tool on deck (Deck), I'm newborn fresh (Fresh) I knock your friends down (Down), and you going next (Ha) Young—Young Money, fly nigga, all the bitches after me (Chyeah) Murder in the bed, and you gon' be my next casualty (Ha) Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually I'm giving dick out year-round, and you can get it annually Styrofoam filled with a strawberry Fanta treat Leaning—I'ma need a kickstand to stay on my feet Get out my business, like I kicks you out my office I ain't worried 'bout the price; I'm more concerned with the offer Fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin With a party in my pocket, blue and red dolphins I'm high as a motherfucker, let me do my thing, bitch I'm doing me, and your girl doing the same shit I'm in the car, getting head as I lane-switch D—Double G: I do my thing, bitch! Now, you could— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man [Verse 4: Drake] Ugh, 'kay, I told you, "Catch up"—did you make a mil' yet? I can't predict how many of them I can still get October's Own is such a fucking real set No tats, but the ink on my money still wet Life is such a beach; it's sandy all around me I came here with Young Money, man, that's family all around me I'm in my living room, and I got Grammys all around me And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me Welcome to the life, the life that's meant for me My Bentley has a tint, and so you got to squint to see I hollered at your girl; that's when she went with me But please don't blame yourself, 'cause it just wasn't meant to be They say I'm one of the illest; that's just off a first impression And my cards always accepted, I don't deal well with rejection I look in the dictionary and don't see the word "recession" I don't smoke in public, but tonight, I'll make an exception, so just— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man