Lyrics: Lil' Wayne. Da Drought 3. Swizzy(Remix).

You know me i just be chillin in phantom, listenin to opara.
Gun is my body guard, call it kevin costnar.
Probably wont be stopin if, i get to poppin dem shots.
you niggas is sweeta den a box of red hots. (haha)
Fuck around see a flock of red dots.
smoke good eat good, only fuck a bitch if her dough good feet good.
just bought that fleetwood.
And ima put some d's on that bitch.
lookin like i got a diamond disease on my wrist.
Fresh bunch a little g's on my kicks.
im a dog your all a bunch of fleas on my dick.
young money cash money, and we gon get da money even if it kills yall.
And ima ride till the mothafuckin wheels off.
George Gervin ima get my chill on.
Im Cold yeah i get my buffalo bill on.
Beat up ya block yeah i get my emmitt teal on.
In the new edition yeah i get my johnny gill on.
Keep a Shot Gun yeah i get my Jason Wheel on.
Fuck it Swizz I'm still gone.
Black entertainment yeah i get my Stephen Hill on.
Only talk to models yeah i get my seal on.

Make that chick rock yeah i get my Emil on.
Two Gurls let em get they peal on, let em get they feel on, i get my tip drill on.
Hey, now why you got that ice grill on?
I'll leave ya lookin like ya got a barbeque grill on.
Yeah, we got money to the ceiling
Real nigga, I get my Keep It Real on
And they be lying on wax, like a earphone
Weezy Baby, the best from here on
Swish, I'm in gear homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No homo, let em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the leer home
My girl she get her pampoir on
She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
I ball, and you just Erik Dampier, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Lambier on
Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster and we're gone