- Weezy Baby. (siren blares) - Shh, the firemen are comin'. ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Uh oh ♪ ♪ Yeah, hey ♪ ♪ I'm back ♪ ♪ That's right ♪ ♪ Birdman ♪ ♪ They gonna have to call the law ♪ ♪ I'm back ♪ ♪ What ya goin' do now ♪ ♪ I'm the fireman ♪ ♪ Fire, fa, fireman ♪ ♪ I got that fire I'm hollering ♪ ♪ I got that fire come and try me and ♪ ♪ You can spark it up and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ You can spark it up, and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ Ain't nobody with me man, ♪ ♪ Heatman ski mask spending. next weeks cash, he fast ♪ ♪ And I don't even need. a G pass I'm pass that ♪ ♪ I'm passin' 'em out now, and you can't have that ♪ ♪ And my chain Toucan Sam that ♪ ♪ Tropical colors you can't match that ♪ ♪ Gotta be abstract ♪ ♪ You catch my gal open better that ♪ ♪ Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at ♪ ♪ I see she wearing them, jeans that show her butt ♪ ♪ My girls can't wear that. why that's where my at ♪ ♪ I put my mack down. that's where you lack at ♪ ♪ She need her candlelit and I'm a wax that ♪ ♪ I rekindle the flame ♪ ♪ She remember the name ♪ ♪ It's Weezy Baby January, December the same ♪ ♪ Mama gimme that brain ♪ ♪ Mama gimme that gut ♪ ♪ Cause I'm the fireman ♪ ♪ You hear the firetruck ♪ ♪ I'm the fireman ♪ ♪ Fire, fa, fireman ♪ ♪ I got that fire I'm hollering ♪ ♪ I got that fire come and try me and ♪ ♪ You can spark it up and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ You can spark it up
and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ Fresh on campus it's the Birdman junior ♪ ♪ Money too long teachers. put away ya rulers ♪ ♪ Raw tune not a cartoon ♪ ♪ No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds ♪ ♪ Sexy ♪ ♪ I'm hot but the car cool ♪ ♪ She that's a carpool ♪ ♪ Been in that water since a youngin' you just shark food ♪ ♪ Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school ♪ ♪ Yeah the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse ♪ ♪ Don't snooze ♪ ♪ My handle in the game, so long my thumbs bruise ♪ ♪ Ya new girlfriend is old news ♪ ♪ Yeen' got enough green, and she so blue yeah ♪ ♪ Cash Money Records. where dreams come true ♪ ♪ Everything is easy baby. leave it up to Weezy Baby ♪ ♪ Put it in the pot let, it steam let it brew ♪ ♪ Now watch it melt don't burn ya self ♪ ♪ I'm the fireman ♪ ♪ Fire, fa, fireman ♪ ♪ I got that fire I'm hollering ♪ ♪ I got that fire come and try me and ♪ ♪ You can spark it up, and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ You can spark it up and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ Ridin' by myself well, really not really ♪ ♪ So heavy in the trunk,
make the car pop-a-wheelie ♪ ♪ Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby ♪ ♪ My money 360, you only 180 ♪ ♪ Half of the game too lazy ♪ ♪ Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake 'em ♪ ♪ Yep! I'm bout to take em. to New Orleans and bake 'em ♪ ♪ Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah ♪ ♪ Come on mama let The Carter make ya ♪ ♪ Toss ya like a fruit, salad strawberry crape ya ♪ ♪ They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature ♪ ♪ Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton ♪ ♪ Y'all in a race and me, I'm at the finish line ♪ ♪ Been running for too long, it's time to gimme mine ♪ ♪ Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I ♪ ♪ Weezy allergic to wintertime ♪ ♪ I'm the fireman ♪ ♪ Fire, fa, fireman ♪ ♪ I got that fire I'm hollering ♪ ♪ I got that fire come and try me and ♪ ♪ You can spark it up, and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ You can spark it up. and I'm a put you out ♪ ♪ I, I, I, got 'em ♪ ♪ I, I, I, got 'em ♪ ♪ Aye aye B ♪ ♪ I got 'em ♪ ♪ Aye aye D I got 'em ♪ ♪ Aye slim I got 'em ♪ ♪ Don't worry ♪ ♪ I, I, I ♪ ♪ Don't worry ♪ ♪ I, I, I ♪ ♪ I'm a put you out ♪