im way too fly and way too high i dont smoke wet homie i am way too dry im cooler than a fan in the summer time you can spend the night with her if shes one of mine im way too fly and way too high i dont want that pussy if its way too dry im hotter than stove on three seventy five i put all my trust in that weapon of mine im in a suit id rather be in a white tee so clean dirty niggas wanna fight me we keep it one hundred is a must not a might be spend a couple thousand at the bar that s how they like me we tip the scales yeah they still wanna indict me so many vehicles its hard to find the right key ho im the man how the fuck you dont want me difference between being one deep and lonely yeah bitch im still stomping in my gator shoes you can sit still and chill i ma make a major move if it ain t about money i got nothing to say to you smile bitch cuz i ain t even charging you to lay with you yeah fourth quarter im on the way what it do mac seven hundred dollars just to tell me what it do back i was in that blue blue he was in that blue black pharmacy in the car but yall already knew that good weed good drank big money man big money bracelet big money chain and a real hoe love when big money rain lil wayne thats my homie i am big money wayne forget about the jokester like that damn think i lost my holster when put my goon hand on ya i aint in the studio im in the kitchen whipping crack hold up im young enough for young broads to wonder where z ro at on the other hand im throwback like bobby womack just left the kush man already gotta go back twenty minutes later kush man where my smoke at uh im pimp c up in this mother fucker bet ain t nobody gon pimp me up in this mother fucker i dont even need a key up in this mother fucker if you aint real you aint gon be up in this mother fucker corey mo on the track your head bobbing huh yall lucky i rap if not id probably be robbing ya ho you wanna leave i aint stopping ya i dont like ya anyway thats why a rider never been on top of ya 