OK I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you

[Chorus]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter,
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

Well I got it don't worry, I got it, I got it
Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle
Holla at a player, I'm sorta like B-D
Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don't chase the feeling baby girl let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable
I'm a world class G mami fuck wit' dude
I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low
I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot
You watch your grill what you ought to do
Fore' your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c'mon

[Chorus]

I'm the Birdman Birdman Junior bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch
I be flier than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing
And we could shh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar' picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off
If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click
I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea

[Chorus]

And y'all better blame Baby
Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy
And y'all ask why I never left the navy
Cause he the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy
Young, young, young wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich
And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy
And your sister lookin good shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you
I got y'all waiting on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people

[Chorus: x2]

My hoes got hoes for real
Ya merkin'
Mannie Fresh merkin' em
Mannie Fresh murderin'
Mannie Fresh merkin' em, yeah yeah
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this

Writer : BYRON O. THOMAS, DWAYNE CARTER
Copyright : Lyrics © SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC OBO FRESH IS THE WORD