Monster - Album Version [Edited]
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
Wit' a top model and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight
Up out 'da stroller
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
With a top model and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight
Up out da stroller
Im higher than the solar
System marley twist 'em
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was
Rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you niggas haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im
'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I
Put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she
Shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes
Listen for that rattle homie
And I ain't got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' booL
Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy mane so you should reconsider
I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul yall
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggas folklore
Im connected I got more hoods
Than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit
Than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore
Young Carter the name
Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine
Whip it stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it
Reup, we up in the club we up in the club
Money runnin' like water bitch get
Up in the tub im up in the club she up in
The club he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues
Like skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up
Like my name Pete Samprace
And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is
So cold and decievin' but I keep my head up
Like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife
Sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
Im funky like underarms
The engineers recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but
The third times a charm weezy Fuckin' Baby