This What I Call Her

[Intro: Lil Wayne, Fee Banks, & DJ tags]

Ayy— Ayy, Fee

I saw this girl the other day. She gave me her number, right? You think I should call her?

You better, nigga

I think I should call her

You better, nigga

You think I should call her?

You better, nigga

Tch— I should call her

When I call her, I’ma be like— I’ma be like, “Ayy—“

Should I be like, “Darling—“

Or should I call her “beautiful,” or— (Gangsta— Gangsta—)

Something nice, you know?

That’s sweet

That sweet shit?

Should I just be like, “Bitch!” Like— (Gangsta— Gangsta—)

How ‘bout “Miss?” “Miss!”

“Miss!” Okay— (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Ms. Butter Pecan, caramel, Southern belle

She hotter than a summer day in Hell

I'm under her spell; she say her name was Chantel

She say she got a man—I can't tell

Because when we be rockin', we get it poppin like a Amstel

Like, right up in the hotel—maybe the stairwell

She blows kisses to my handheld

She's an angel—her name should be "Angel"

I'm blessed, I kill her with the rich man smell

She got a wet manhole, and your mans fell, whoa!

I slipped in her inkwell

I saw jellyfish and seashells—no further details

I love the smell of a female

And you're one hell of a female

I'm tellin' you, female: Get in the CL

And let it be sweet sailin' and late night emailin'

Ooh! She feel me

Ooh, Fee! Fee! I think she feel me—oww!

[Break: Lil Wayne & DJ tags]

Yeah, she feel me (Ooh, oh)

Fee! I think— I think she feelin’ me, man

E-I, I think she diggin’ me, man (I think she feelin’ me, man, ha)

I told you, I told you (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Okay, I called her on a late night

It was late, right; I was on her ass like some brake lights

But I ain't stop for the red lights

We get it poppin' 'til the blue and red lights come knockin'

Neighbors keep trippin', we keep fuckin'

Sex revolution; baby, I'm comin'—

Down the hallway that lead to your stomach, mami

I'ma keep pumpin' 'til you scream, "Young Money!"

And me and your boyfriend is not the same

I go's down like the stock exchange, and then, I bring it up!

'Scuse me, I drink it up

I leave you soakin' wet from your ankle up—shucks!

I'm too much!

Fee! I'm too much!

[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ tags]

Yeah! Yeah, haha! I’m too much! (Alright)

Baby girl, you could call me a slut, ha!

Yeah, you could call me a slut, baby (Hey)

I be your slut, baby (Girl)

Yeah, I'm too much!

Young Money, motherfucker!

We about to rule the world! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

Well, if not, we about to rule the girls! Alright