Got Me A Model

[Lil' Wayne talking] (itz the boy...Weezy boy. ayy) [Verse 1] They call me hot boy, hot boy I got the block steamin' U not even on my pedalster you fed it to a boss cap daddy See me peddlin' dat Bentley, how i floss that daddy 21's on all pro's, Randy Moss that daddy You caught that daddy Weezy pass like i got quarterback tac with balla status Hard to manage wit all this cabbage But i show how to do it though Coogi top, with a Louie flo' The homie gotta Nike style but a Gucci flow Gucci tile, white Nike, Gucci's soul I'm mil' youngin', hoppin' out a G500 Lookin' like i just rolled out a dugeon Lookin' like i just smoke a whole onion I'm wild like dat I know this ain't amaetur night, but might crowd might clap You these ain't camera's, right So watch out when we snap Itz the SQAD la la la la la la ....and i'm thuggin'...i'm ridin'..i'm wit fee fee... I wit fee fee and u know we probably high then A ma'thafuka....and iz crazy..and u can holla at cha boy WEEZY BABY [Chorus 2x] I don't know about u But i'm a young sqader, do it 4 my crew and thatz the young sqad [Verse 2] They call me D-boy, d-boy The block pharmacist Man just take two of these and call me in the morning I pump at the gates double I raise my hustle Cause these dayz fedz iz ya brothaz And though i'm 5"6 I long my weight thru that job shit And reply to it iz....sqad shit I love my poppa..but he died quick But i bet he taught me how to make a make a 5 million off a 5 cent Letz get these plates dirty dirty Letz break down a birdy Bakin' soda or triplin' flour..it don't look too different Pop ya colla man, we on some big pimpin' shit The blue colla man, I'm on some brick shiften shit Holla at cha mack daddy, mommy I'm in the cut Not even an hour i'm in ya gutz Not even an hour i'm back up in tha cut...tossin' it up Hard up baby, we SQAD UP ...holla back [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] They say I'm Weezy the fuckin' boy Oh boy The block need me man, i'm the streetz vocal cord The heatz out the posta boy And i ain't won a damn thang on 106 But i'm the hoods posta boy Flow 4 yall I'm that nigga come thru in the truck Rockin' ya favortie song Ridin' slow 4 yall I get that dope 4 yall I'm like a soda machine Just slide ya money in me and i get that coke to yall Wit Raj on the music And Weezy spittin' to it We get that dope to yall You open Hopin' a nigga fall but naw Homey me smokin' like Marlboro's Man we shinin' like some Armoral I'm reclinin' in a boxster with a barbie doll And both of they tops off like itz Mardi Gras And both of my Glocks spark I'm a murderer Thatz in case you never heard of one A YOUNG SQADER