Оригинален текст
Ha! I'm so cool! Bird-man, Bird-man, J.R.! You Know! Yup Yup! Yup Yup! BK
See I, Ride when I gotta, grind 'cause I gotta
Milk the game til it's sour.
What I gotta do to bank streets when it's hotter.
Even tho the boy smooth sellin like prada.
Speak Up! the two yellin like holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools bellin like Jackie, persey.
Try and join em' I can help you with that
I'm important in rap with you know special with gats.
You know the young god blessed you in fact, like he sneezed or sumthin.
Even wit a stack of money in they hand they aint squeezin nuthin.
I'm weezy fuck it! Leave a mothafuckin weezin when my ass done pumped em'
And I don't ask for nuthin boy! I only asked and buggy boy!
And ask for money, watch the young god turn cash to money, it's that simple!
(Chorus)
And we aint stressin bout shit
We grindin like a mothafucker tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the tracks gotta switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this.
Yeah!
And we aint stressin bout shit
We grindin like a mothafucker tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the tracks gotta switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this.
*Baby's rap*
*Chorus*
Weezy... and I ride to the end of the road.
I'm hotter than the fire on the end of the fo'
And plenty times I had to get it from the floor.
But then I made it to the ceiling and every wall could hear me.
And if these walls could talk, they prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with that bullshit that's lead way to the dark
Don't make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!
*Baby's rap*
*Chorus*
