This Is the Carter

OK I'm finally perfect, ya know Y'all already know what it is and if you don't Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you [Chorus] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter Because this is the Carter, A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Well I got it don't worry, I got it, I got it Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle Holla at a player, I'm sorta like B-D Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too Don't chase the feeling baby girl let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable I'm a world class G mami fuck wit' dude I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot You watch your grill what you ought to do Fore' your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon [Chorus] I'm the Birdman Birdman Junior bitch I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch I be flier than your guy nigga lose the prick Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing And we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar' picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all I young money a car I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea [Chorus] And y'all better blame Baby Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy And y'all ask why I never left the navy Cause he the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy Young, young, young wizzle baby Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you No, no, no me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss everyday because I could bitch So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy And your sister lookin good shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle weasel One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people [Chorus: x2] My hoes got hoes for real Ya merkin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em Mannie Fresh murderin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em, yeah yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this