Lyrics:

Yea hit me wit the snares Fresh
Just the snares fresh
I like the snares Fresh
Ima ride the snares all the way throught this thing right here man
Im sexy Weezy baby
Test once again what up
This is what they call me bitch

Eagle Eagle Carter Man
In a 96 Regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundramat
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I gotta do somethin I done blown my last
Dollar holla at ya boy on the ave
And that cheaper eagle is what im known to have
Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask
And make it halloween and take all ya bags
I say Holly Holly Grove wount you gon on and stash
Fuck it make these mutha fuckas understand
I say look coach ya pitchin at me underhand
But im a designated hitter I adjust so fast
Yall been designin woman im a womans man
Im the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But Ima major set back when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mammy's pot
I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot
Im tryna get back door I demand it now
Yea panic now you better pan it down
Fore the neighbors sen me over here tearin it down
Here's Weezy F. Baby and his crown,
The Prince

Hook 2X
This is my town my home
This is my crown my throne
This is me on my own
Let's get it on

And the handgun is so included
Dont get it confused I want no confusion
And keep ya hoe I dont want yo contusions
I make my hoe stop and let the dough keep movin
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
It Money Over Bitches that im gon keep provin
Yes its Weezy F. I got ya mama groovin
Out of all the Hot Boys she say im the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges this time to juice it
This game is a bitch and im tryna seduce it
I floss a awful lot of haters tryna reduce it
But the laser on the 45 is eyein ya stupid (oh)
One shot to remind ya who is
That fly lil nigga thats behind the trigga (wizzle)
Im off chronic combined wit liqour
But nigga will never see me like mama tigger (oh)
A 80's baby a fightin nigga
I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
Im somethin ya culpepper like a viking slick
See me over the viking stove and im whitin bricks
Or in the middle of the shootout untightin clips
Pop another one shoot back while lightin this spliff
I do this
You catchin my drift
Representin wit my section on my belly and shit
I am the prince

Hook

So roll the carpet out
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga from the royal south
See ya either in or ya out
And if ya out stay in cause them warriors out
Them vultures the cops and them lawyers out
I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out
Nah nigga I never call ya house
Im probably somewhere takin Toya out
Not answerin my phone man ignorin ya spouse
She leavin messages about me enjoyin her mouth (aye)(stop)
Im ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name nah better yet point em out (aye)
Me and the streets got a joint account
Im from the streets that ya need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth
And we tote a lot of iron that'll flatten ya out
Few roaches but never have no rats in his house
Never tell on one another leave that in the house
Always been a small hustler move my packagin out
I ever run into some trouble send them savages out
These niggas talkin sweet I get them cavaties out
I got graveyard flyers man im passin em out (aye)
Bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now
I am the Prince

This is my town my home (yea)
This is my crown my throne (the prince)
This is me on my own (the prince)
Let's get it on (the prince)

This is my town my home (the prince)
This is my crown my throne (weezy)
This is me on my own (by my self so niggas guess what)
Let's get it on