Released: October 31, 2006
Featuring: Birdman
Songwriter: Birdman Lil Wayne
Producer: T-Mix
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners 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'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four babies
Unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name, nigga
I dos my thang, nigga, I'm getting 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 chilling with them bitches on us
Holla, nigga, while we counting our hood riches
Thinking 'bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doing it how we done it, nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was coming, nigga
And every summer had Hummers, nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothing, nigga
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fosho
And I got Ds to blow, fosho
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the player haters know that it's there
Bang that motherfucker, and pop that motherfucker
Yeah, fall back, young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand?
Yeah, wife beater fitting me perfect, exactly
Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showing
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 going to my bed
And I'm going 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
And get her how I got her, now she digging 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
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners 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'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four babies
Unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name, nigga
I dos my thang, nigga, I'm getting 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 chilling with them bitches on us
Holla, nigga, while we counting our hood riches
Thinking 'bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doing it how we done it, nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was coming, nigga
And every summer had Hummers, nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothing, nigga
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fosho
And I got Ds to blow, fosho
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the player haters know that it's there
Bang that motherfucker, and pop that motherfucker
Yeah, fall back, young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand?
Yeah, wife beater fitting me perfect, exactly
Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showing
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 going to my bed
And I'm going 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
And get her how I got her, now she digging 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
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
more tracks from the album
Like Father, Like Son
- Stuntin’ Like My Daddy
- Out the Pound
- No More
- Loyalty (Skit)
- Family Rules (Skit)
- Leather So Soft [Explicit]
- Stuntin’ Like My Daddy (Travis Barker Remix)
- Protector (Skit)
- Respect (Skit)
- Neighborhood Superstars
- I’m Ridin’
- Shooter
- Like Father, Like Son
- Leather So Soft
- Don’t Die
- Brown Paper Bag
- Know What I’m Doin’
- You Ain’t Know
- About All That
- Army Gunz
- Over Here Hustlin’ (LFLS)
- 1st Key
- Ain’t Worried Bout Shit
- Get That Money
- Cali Dro
- High
From the album
- Like Father, Like Son (2006)