High

[Intro]
Ooh-wee, T-Mix classic, daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee
Where ya at with it daddy?
Shit, please believe it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One ninty proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Uptowners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flash
Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich
Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I hit ya in ya eye, and ya bitch
I hit ya where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick
Hot Boy, baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star, what ya know about it?
It's not four, baby, unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah

[Verse 2: Birdman]
See, we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name, nigga
I dos my thang, nigga, I'm gettin' this change, nigga
So who's to blame, nigga, about the game, nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan, nigga, I gave the game, nigga
I'm doin' my thang, and still fuck them niggas
I know the lane, nigga, I know the pain, nigga
I know the fame, and still fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah, we chillin' with them bitches on us
Holla, nigga, while we countin' our hood riches
Thinkin' 'bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures, nigga
And if you doin' it how we done it, nigga
Watch for the law, 'cause we knew when it was comin', nigga
And every summer had Hummers, nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin', nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, check it, and no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
'Cause I got me, fasho
And I got D's to blow, fasho
Come on, now if ya feel me, put ya guns in the air
Pull 'em out and let the player haters know that it's there
Bang that motherfucker, and pop that motherfucker
Yeah, fall back, young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly
Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock 'n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Patron, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed
And I'm goin' to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy, I picked tonight to find 'em
And I might define 'em if I hit from right behind her
I get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona
She like a virgin, but like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah