Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs
People without jobs, middle
Class, upper class, high class all that, cats
Snakes chickens ducks

Elderly people and twerkerz
I present to you
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-Fresh
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh.
Young Ladies,

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump

Well I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a stunna yep, high as a 7-5-7 goin'
To heaven no
Weezy F the reverend
Preach about me I'm the god 1-7
Apple and E
I'm the cash money Machiavelli
Y'all ain't ready, quick fast
Like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
Eighty two I was born ready I'm to ready y'all
Betty crocker baller blockers I'm 2 heavy
Meatball Lamborghini, top
Spaghetti, seats Ragu, uh twenty to shoot,
Oh me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimming gin you,
And I sleep with the sharks shorty
On the water water, and I be ma eight hundred forty mama
Shake something for me, and it
Don't make sense if it don't make that money,
I'm a take that money
I'm straight Cash Money

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya
Knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I take off ma brim moment of silence
For the homeboy Souljah Slim,
Yea,
Frontin' round here will get ya back chopped off,
We do our on thing
We don't act like y'all
I say black
White walls with the backs wiped off
Y'all lil' busters just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that
Fall, we don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine
Yup Weezy the
Don only read between the line, if you can't boi read ma 9,
I'm going hard in
The black white diesel time, either I'm the illest
Cat doing it or these cats is
Losing it, I be Eazy,
Fall back and be coo wit it,
Ball barrer is moving it,
Dead float I'm through it wit', I'm the shh,
No no I'm sewer rich, Weezy F
Baby I do dis here!

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

A old school gangsta, mack like the eighties,
I look like Cita and act like Baby, yup
You play wit' me I react like the navy,
No better yet the army y'all goin'
Need them for me,
And ya head is a bleeping target,
You don't want me to
See you wit' ma peeking Tommys,
Wizzle fizzle I keep in New Orleans,
Sleeping with women that sleep wit' the Hornets
A country boy in something foreign, bout a hundred thousand
More than what your in,
Your not bout it, you freeze up like popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle
Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne
But the dividends not little
Yea don't be surprised how da ground feel,
Get down get down, make them footprints

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

A the best rapper alive,
Since the best rapper retired, yea yea
Yea, the best rapper alive,
Since the best rapper retired

Writer : BYRON O. THOMAS, DWAYNE CARTER
Copyright : Lyrics © SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC. OBO MONEY MACK MUSIC