High

[Intro]

Ooh-wee, T-Mix classic, daddy, what you know about that?

Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee

Where ya at with it daddy?

Shit, please believe it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

One ninty proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe

Uptowners inside the booth, shut down anybody who

Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag

Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag

Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flash

Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad

Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad

I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich

Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit

I'm bad, I hit ya in ya eye, and ya bitch

I hit ya where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick

Hot Boy, baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star, what ya know about it?

It's not four, baby, unless you're Weezy F Baby

And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel

Red light, cops in my rearview

But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high

Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah

Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel

Red light, cops in my rearview

But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high

Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah

[Verse 2: Birdman]

See, we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name, nigga

I dos my thang, nigga, I'm gettin' this change, nigga

So who's to blame, nigga, about the game, nigga

They said I did it, so fuck them niggas

I gave the plan, nigga, I gave the game, nigga

I'm doin' my thang, and still fuck them niggas

I know the lane, nigga, I know the pain, nigga

I know the fame, and still fuck them niggas

Nigga, yeah, we chillin' with them bitches on us

Holla, nigga, while we countin' our hood riches

Thinkin' 'bout all the hood niggas

Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures, nigga

And if you doin' it how we done it, nigga

Watch for the law, 'cause we knew when it was comin', nigga

And every summer had Hummers, nigga

Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin', nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel

Red light, cops in my rearview

But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high

Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah

Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel

Red light, cops in my rearview

But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high

Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, check it, and no bitch can't, and no nigga won't

Fuck with me, play with me, no

'Cause I got me, fasho

And I got D's to blow, fasho

Come on, now if ya feel me, put ya guns in the air

Pull 'em out and let the player haters know that it's there

Bang that motherfucker, and pop that motherfucker

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, fall back, young man, who?

Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand?

Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly

Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showin'

Rock 'n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah

Cold Saki shots, chilled Patron, half a glass, yeah

Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent

I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed

And I'm goin' to my bed right behind her

Got a couple questions in her pussy, I picked tonight to find 'em

And I might define 'em if I hit from right behind her

I get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona

She like a virgin, but like Madonna

I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya

Until the seats fall off, but we good

This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel

Red light, cops in my rearview

But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high

Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah

Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel

Red light, cops in my rearview

But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high

Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah