| You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe
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| And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'
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| Its me and all my girls and they got us at the door
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| Like we ain’t getting in do this nigga really know
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| We push him to da side and we make it through the club
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| They try to show me love, erebody want a hug
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| And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
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| But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
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| And now I got my hands up feelin real tight
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| We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light
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| The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic
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| Before I hit the stage I see some niggas finna fight
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| And now they on they monkey bone missin up my flow
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| But yo I know you heard about the niggas from the go
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| Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low
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| Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. |
| Oh
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| Tryin to find out where the party at
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| Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| I’m at the club where the V.I.P
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| Stupid niggas at the door tryin to say they wanna see I. D
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| I’m big balla but I don’t drink champagne
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| White mink to da flo' color cocaine
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| Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame
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| Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain
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| Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball
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| I’m iced out from my tittie to my tip toe
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| We at the bar finna but the whole thang out
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| And if somebody wanna start we can bang out
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| I let my chain swang down to my waistline
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| I won’t dance we just move the baseline
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| And tell a nigga weight a minute 'fore I take mine
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| 'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime
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| Its DTP I know you seen me in the video
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| If I ain’t rappin then I’m scratchin off a serial
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| I’m bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio
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| You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go
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| Weight a minute Uh
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| You get posted up in the club wit a white tee
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| A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes
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| You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me
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| And take me home try to turn we into wifey
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| But I ain’t wit it gotta show a nigga who I be
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| You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three
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| Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually
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| I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D
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| Now let my bitches in the club 'fore we shut it down
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| And matter fact g where I’m from they don’t come around
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| And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown
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| And everybody in the party wanna run around
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| But I ain’t trippin park the Chevy half a mile away
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| I hit up Tone told him meet me down on Calloway
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| She got the Gin, she got the Remy and the Alize
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| My head spinnin still bendin what I’m tryin to say
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| Weight a minute
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| Now these niggas always tryin to fuck
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| Steady grabbin on my butt sorry baby but I’m not a slut
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| Now I think I had too many to drink
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| You tryin to get me but you can’t, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute |