Weezy’s Lighter Flick

[Hook]
I don’t need no patience
Trying to get rich in a day
Why you so frustrated?
Maybe it’s too late. I’m not waiting
I don’t need no patience
Trying to get rich in a day
Why you so frustrated?
Maybe it’s too late. I’m not waiting

[Verse 1: YP]
Back in this bitch like I’m returning something
Lot of you niggas be talkin’ so much
Man you police, you must be a CO or some
Cappin’ done became a sport
And you niggas been lying, you must be a Leo or some
I’m in the field like a eagle
I’m catching these plays like my name is TO or some
Sharp like I’m threading a needle or some
We trap every night, man we keep this shit jumpin’
I cannot fuck with these bitches, they all for the game
We pass ‘em like teammates or some
Lil niggas talkin’ too much, man they must have went crazy
Bitch, check your demeanor or some
He must be off of the meds
He’s losing control, he must’ve been weaning or some

[Hook]
I don’t need no patience
Trying to get rich in a day
Why you so frustrated?
Maybe it’s too late. I’m not waiting
I don’t need no patience
Trying to get rich in a day
Why you so frustrated?
Maybe it’s too late. I’m not waiting

[Verse 2: YP]
Rolls-Royce Cullinan truck sitting in front of the trap
Whole lot of motion over here
So we keep some sticks in the back
Oh yeah
She wants Emilio Pucci, and I want to hit from the back
Oh yeah
Lil mama pussy so good
But I cannot get to attached, uh
Bitch, it’s the mafia
Dream team, man ain’t nobody stopping us
I cannot save her, I’m not from Metropolis
I’m kickin’ pimpin’, ain’t nothing to drop a bitch
Nigga, my game is so tight, I should give me a ring
I might change my name to Popovich
I’m in that pot when I’m whippin’
The budget got cleared
I might just go sign Betty Crocker, bitch, uh
No cap, no kizzy
She wanna get fucked with the glizzy
Hold on, let me get the extension
She wanna bring in a friend
And when we get done, she gon’ whip up some shit in the kitchen
Been in the game so long, this rap shit a job
I need me a motherfucking pension
You know the hustle is grand
You cannot spell hustle without even mentioning my city
(You cannot spell hustle without even mentioning my city)

[Verse 3: YP]
You cannot give me an inch of a motherfucking lead
If I get it, I’m stretching it, mane
Cherries come on, put my foot on the gas
This a Z06 ‘vette, ain’t no catching me, mane
We droppin’ hit after hit after hit
When the M&Ms come, I’m selling it, mane
‘Til then, I’m back to the block
Put that sticky icky in a bag and I’m mailing it, mane
I kick the P like a nigga play soccer, bitch
I’m not the one to play with, not a bop it, bitch
I got some real Zs down the road
If you get to playin, then we gon’ be choppin’, bitch
I got some real Ps in my section
We throw the money up, and you better drop it, bitch
They cannot fuck with the kid
I’m giving ‘em line after line, after line
Like I’m Bobby, bitch
Birds of a feather, we flocking together
We come around, and we gon shit on these bitches
I’ma keep popping my shit
I’m a keep this shit rolling
This how I’ma be when I’m 60
I got her up at the studio, giving me head
That shit be so good when she twisted
I cannot fumble the bag
I need all the cheese, the cheddar, and all of the biscuits

[Hook]
I don’t need no patience
Trying to get rich in a day
Why you so frustrated?
Maybe it’s too late. I’m not waiting
I don’t need no patience
Trying to get rich in a day
Why you so frustrated?
Maybe it’s too late. I’m not waiting