Lyrics:

Look At Me

[hook]
bright Thing On My Hand Saying (Look At Me)
i Got Your Girl Doing A Handstand (Look At Me)
cop Them 28-Inch Birdman's (Check Out Me)
y'all Dues Money To Yung
bright Thing On My Hand Saying (Look At Me)
i Got Your Girl Doing A Handstand (Look At Me)
cop Them 28-Inch Birdman's (Check Out Me)
big Thighs With Brown-Eyes

it's Lil Weezy For Real
only Cash Money Hot Boy That Stood Still
i Got A Good Deal
i'm From A Trill Hood
i Smoke Real Good
slide On Them Skinnies In The Bike With An Ill Hood
pipes, Rally Stripes And Fog Lights
t-Shirt White, Three Stripes With All Ice
what That Boy Name
birdman Junior, Huh
fool Was Smile But Five Is So Wild
i Can Smoke A Green Mile
got A Chrome Need A Rolls Shined Up For You Baby
bling-Blao, I Rock A Throwback Jordan 23
rolling On Hot 23's
tote A Big Glock 23
you're Looking At The Seventeen Ward Of New Orleans
my Block Living Me
i Want You To Look Hard At Some Easy Money
stop Playing This Is Weezy Company
uh-Huh
[hook]

i'm The Son Of Cash Money
the Fodd Of The Squad
and Baby Bout To Buy Me A House In The Sky
why Cuz I'm So Fly
when My Feet Touch The Ground Sometimes I Gotta Ask Myself Why
coupe Kinda Wide But I Move Sorta Quick
looking For My Roof Where It Went
mink On The Floor Big Shoes On The Bent
windows Are The Tint More Wood Than A Bench
working In The Hood More Green Than The Grinch
please Don't Play Cuz I'm Connected Like Sprint
leaves On The Tray Popping Up The Back-End
peppermint Leather With A Feather In My Brim
it's Lil Weezy
sucking On My Wrist Real Breezy
and This Is What I Say When You See Me
look, And Leave Your Broad At Home She Get Took
cuz I'm A Player Hold The Game By The Book
[hook]

some Call Me Weezy
but Hoes Holla Look At Lil Wayne
in That Booger-Green Lay Like Should've Been Mace
sweet, Do Speak When I Should've Put Trays
forget It I'ma Slam It On Bubba-Bubba-Blaze
so Move Over What You Say Shortie
we Could Do Rent Pussy
normally I Wouldn't But Beating Through The Texas
and Beating Went To The A
eat With Jazzy Fay
but Yeah I'm On My Way
cuz I Know He Got That Hay
hey Little Mami
you A Ghetto Fire Ten
you Come To My Post On The Island
come On That Chronic
he-He Empty Vodka Bottles
i Be High He Be Drunk That My Roll Model
i Rolls By You With My Seat Reclining
when I Stop Rims Don't Keep Spinning They Keep Shining
money Don't Stop Keep Spinning And Keep Grinding
cash Money What You Hollering, Huh
[hook]