Fireman

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 fuckin' 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 legs open better smash that Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash 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 wet 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 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