Shine (feat. Jazze Pha)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze) I (Yeah, fly guy) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend (What?) All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma) (Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (Yea so how 'bout you huh?) Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10 Now she wanna get inside of me 66 She see my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan She say she love her man, she misses him But nobody do it better than her distance dick, me I'm her long distance pimp When I land my bitches want for me on the strip, yup And I don't lie I confess I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress Gotta dress to impress though Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex 4 She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death It's the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores I (Yeah, yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma) (Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you?) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) Ay, now why you wanna go and do that? I can see through that Tattoo right there like I can't view that Girl, what that say? Wait, who that? Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no Cause I'm way more fly, yeah Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope And not a day go by us We don't get higher than the telephone wires Cut your telephone off, we ridin' Where phones don't roam, they don't even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creeping with the king of the throne You sleeping in a tee and a thong With your hair in a pony I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning, yeah But I can't be there all morning I'm a pimp baby, yeah I'm going, going, going, gone I (Yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma) (Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you?) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) Uh, uh, I'm sorry, I was grooving Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music But let's get back to what we was doing Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewing's That's 33 [?] tires, he fire These trees ain't papaya, mind ya Gotta keep heat on your side, [?] So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one Wait, naw hun, cause you ain't exempt If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip, yeah But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip And you walk kinda mean, how you strut with a dip And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips But I can't fall for you cause I stick to the script, yeah I said I stick to my grip I stick to my money, that's life to me Sorry honey Jazze I (Yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma) (Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you?) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) So how 'bout you, yeah So how 'bout you See what I'm talking 'bout sweet heart? You ain't even gotta have John Madden You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale You ain't gotta Lee Corso You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn Know what I'm talking 'bout? You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to speak sports, baby Cause I got game, sweetheart Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey What you want me to put on the back? "Daddy's little girl", that's right Know what I'm talking 'bout? I can't give you the game, but I can show the game And you can see what you see and peek how you peek And get what you get Know what I'm talking 'bout? Weezy