High

[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 x2: 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 [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 x2: Lil Wayne] [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 x2: Lil Wayne]