[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
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 dudes money too young
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

[Verse 1]
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 Jr., huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome Nina Ross shined up for you, baby
Bling-blow, 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
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
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 dudes money too young
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

[Verse 2]
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby 'bout to buy me a house in the sky
'Cause 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 bed
Windows are the tint, more wood than a bench
Working in the hood, more green than the Grinch
Please don't play 'cause I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray, popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Somethin' 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
'Cause I'm a player holding the game by the book
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
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 dudes money too young
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

[Verse 3]
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 Jazze Pha
But yeah, I'm on my way
'Cause I know he got that hay
Hey little mami, you a ghetto fire tin
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 role 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, it keep grinding
Cash Money, what you hollering, huh?
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
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 dudes money too young
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