Lyrics:

(Yeah) weezy is so fly in any weather
Hold up (ah pu) there goes the feather
Y'all niggaz ain't even shoulder level
And I ain't on hova level, I'm over level
I'm watching TV with Regina and Angela
I'm on they brain like some mutha fuckin' amplas (yeah)
Shake something like dancers
Question my swag and get a mutha ffckin answer

Yeah
Yeah

Umm, weezy a.k.a bring your girl to my tour bus
She ain't getting off unless she getting off unless she gettin' off two of us don't give me that cup unless that fuckin' cup poured up
And when I say poured up
I mean with sorup
Young money baller
I deserve a tall bitch
If these walkies talk, they ain't talk bout y'all shit (yeah)
Man I swear I'm so fly
I wake up in the sky
And wipe the cloud out my eye