Weezy, this the one, pimp For the ladies, holla back Lay down, momma I'm on my way down, momma So you should just lay down, holla if you hear me Know your man wanna give me, tell him, yeah, I am But damn, you are such a Can I touch ya? Oh, can I cut ya? I got a box of band-aids in my Escalade, I ain't playin', come on Damn the rest, I am the best Man ain't fresh, always fresh From the shirt to the pants, stay fresh Starbursts on the wrists and the chest I ain't drunk, I ain't dancin' yet I'm tryin' to get to where the ladies at It's goin' down like value jet So I pull up in my brand new red Corvette That's the one that she ain't saw yet, huh So she gon' probably catch the wall for that And I'm behind her, you know why I'm mad Yeah, yellin' to the DJ, run that back I gave it to her, she brung that back An ass like that don't come like that Go and get a couple of drinks and I'ma come right back Yep, and it was done like that Hey there, momma I'm on my way down, momma So you should just lay down, holla if you hear me Know your man wanna give me, tell him, yeah, I am But damn, you are such a, can I touch ya? Oh, can I cut ya? I got a box of band-aids in my Escalade, I ain't playin', come on I pull up in the Impala, homie With the Polo with the collar on it We teleportin' the bottles on it And now we tellin' housekeeping towels on it I get a shower on me, then there's no more work And I got no vials on me, got a girl in Texas that ride on ponies We be in the form up yonder bonin' We do it one more time in the mornin' Right before I take that drive to New Orleans Thinkin' that her boyfriend is probably on me Tellin' momma, homie, I'm not a opponent I just let baby girl smoke and party Give a little rope and we choke the moment And now she like lotion on me Splash, I feel a white ocean fallin' Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Hey there, momma I'm on my way there, momma So you should just lay there, holly If you hear me, know your man wanna give me Tell him, yeah, I am, but damn, you are such a Can I touch ya? Oh, can I cut ya? I got a box of band-aids in my Escalade, I ain't playin', come on So what you wanna do? Girl, I got a pocket full of Magnums and Weezy, baby, you too Dodge Magnum, gray and blue, boo Baby, first ride to do you And I'm fresh like a new suit Steppin' out, make the bitches go goof, true You know Groot, Lou, and if I'm ever down in St. Luke Put your girl in the rain suit Now I'm goin' see my California angel She drank 40s and she gang-bang too I just tell her, do your thing, boo As long as I keep Chuck Taylor's on the main crew And when I'm on the East Coast I be lyin' to them broads like Pete Rose Matted dress, tighter than some Speedos I love women, but I hate these hoes Hey there, mama I'm on my way there, mama So you should just lay there, Holly If you hear me, know your man wanna give me Tell him, yeah, I am, but damn, you are such a Can I touch ya? Can I cut ya? I got a box of band-aids in my Escalade I ain't playin', come on