Oh Yeah

[Verse 1: Chubbie Baby]

It's Chubbie Baby

Drop Top Mercedes

Hair Cut Wavy

The Black Patrick Swayze

Getting This Money (Oh Yeah)

Like It Was The Eighties (Oh Yeah)

Everything Good (Oh Yeah)

Everything Gravy (Oh Yeah)

You Know I Get Money(Yeah)

I Do It Real Big

It's Chubby Baby Ma I'm The Oh Seven Big

Guccis On My Feet

I Force Em Like I Post Em

When Your Money Reach Mine

That's When They Won't Smoke Ya

I Ride First Class

Phantoms With A Chauffeur

Bricks With A Trill Again Waiting On A Gofer (Ya Dig)

Soon The Order Finished

I'm Hopping In The Benz

I'm The Mid West Playa Boning All Ya Friends

When I Hit Magic City Make It Rain With The Ends

Then I Make It Thunder On My Neck Like Lightning

You Prayin On That Hit Play Boy Keep Writing

In The Club You

Know We Ain't Fighting

[Chorus: Chubbie Baby]

You Get Money (Oh Yeah)

You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)

You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)

You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

You Get Money (Oh Yeah)

You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)

You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)

You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]

Young Mula

Cash Money mafia, (yea!)

Weed and syrup

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

It's Weezy baby, (who?)

Strapped like the navy, (what)

Ridin' wit a half a brick strapped to her baby, (ok)

I be getting money, run a lap if you lazy, (yea)

Grand daddy purp got me trapped like mazes, (oww!)

Bunch of diamond chains lookin' like a bunch of lasers (yea)

Understand I'm sharper than a fuckin' hellraiser, (raiser)

Bad yellow bitch on my sidekick pager

You know it's goin' down like down goes Frazier, ya dig? (A!)

Yes, and I be wit mid west chubby

But I'm from the dirty, keep it dirty like I'm playin' rugby, (ha)

Bitch ride me like a old school huffy, (what?)

Let me see you work your mouth like a fuckin' guppy, (go head)

My leather softer than brand new pair of hush puppies

My top will leave if I decide to hit the punch button, (hit it)

It's young weezy, how could I ever quit stuntin'?

Get mad, I'mma get money

[Chorus: Chubbie Baby]

You Get Money (Oh Yeah)

You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)

You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)

You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

You Get Money (Oh Yeah)

You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)

You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)

You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

[Interlude 2: Juelz Santana]

A! Dipset

Skull gang

Haha

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

Juelz baby

They see me and start cheerin

Rockstar like Santana Van Halen, yea

Burn em wit the nina

Hot head, nickname fever

Ya bitch, I Turner/Turn her like Tina, haha

Booty in the air, then I bump her like speakers

Then I get right back to puffin' my reefer, (A!)

Yes, yes I'm coke supplyin'

Best pitcher on the mound since Nolan Ryan, (ha)

I got that cheap blow

Heavyweight, I sell snow by the ski slope... come and get some

And the cars got engines like speed boats

Throw dough away like tickets to a free show, (uh)

You outside getting' re-poed, (whoa)

I'm bein' watched under the law, I'm rico (A!)

And all the chicks come to me for wood like Home Depot

I shine, you just a little star, you twinkle, (twinkle)

We make it rain for real, ya'll just sprinkle

We shut down ya hydrant, aight then (A!)

[Chorus: Chubbie Baby]

You Get Money (Oh Yeah)

You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)

You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)

You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

You Get Money (Oh Yeah)

You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)

You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)

You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)

You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)