Lil Wayne - Look At Me lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Look At Me lyrics]
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
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 need a Rolls
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
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
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 bed
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
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
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
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'mma 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
Cuz 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 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
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
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 need a Rolls
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
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
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 bed
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
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
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
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'mma 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
Cuz 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 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