Lil` Wayne Get Somethin` (featuring Mannie Fresh) Lyrics

Get Somethin` (featuring Mannie Fresh) Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah, we on cloud 20

That's high (high.. high)

Weezy F baby and the squad following the boy



[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]

Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless

Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight

Baby girl shakin like Beyonce

I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air

Table dances by my chair

Get something now



[Lil Wayne]

I'm hot from New Orleans

Its Weezy F Baby

Way above ballin'

Stay above yall and

I got da A and da K if y'all want it

I'm making way for my homies

You better not sleep, stay awake for the morning

It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter

You six feet in the six

Im snuffed in the Bentley

Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me

I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers

Mobbin' wit my black Madonna

Get my back momma

Got that Mac persona

I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G

I'm from uptown never tempt me

It's life in the battle

Ill leave my desert empty uhh

Bezzle yellow is pee Yeah..

Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.



[Chorus]



[Lil Wayne]

Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'

I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring

Hole in my coast by myself never bowling

Throwing the squad up lettin' em know what Weezy

F toastin' floating

Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin'

Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded

Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion

Pull a rover over by some hoes in Magnolias

Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z

Whistle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised

Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley

I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me

I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really

And the rose gold bezzle show clearly

V where you at you gotta feel me Daddy



[Chorus]



[Lil Wayne]

See I look to my side and Lil gutta say peel ya

Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's gonna get pecuiliar

I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya

I'ma Kit Kat dealer

I'ma Maybach wheeler

I'ma get them millions

Like a slick big William hater

Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada

I ain't got nothin' but yaya man

Nothin' but flavors man

Nothin' but wages man

Nothin' but paper

I'ma fuck it and tape it and show all of my homies

Drop 20's on the 'Rari

Scratch off at parties

I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban

Snatch off that laundry

I'ma make y'all boys back off the army

Put that hammer to your dome

Now come off that arm piece

And I like that chain

I'm feeling that hat

My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne

And I'm feeling like Jack

Gimme dat!



[Chorus]



That's wassup

Man, it's weezy F man

AND The F is for fly (flllyyy)

Birdman Jr.