Woo
What it is, folk
This right here
Is the sixteen year old phenom
Chris Breezy
Ooh, woah
Me, myself
I'm the twenty-three year old CEO
Oh, who
Young Carter, harder than them other boys
I ain't even fronting
Baby, I could take a summer off
I could break a woman off
I could take the stomach off
One of my trucks
Now I'm ridin' in the goods, oh
Line it on up, guarantee you get served
Lil' Chris, said run it
So I ran and told her
I'm a Cash Money youngin', Birdman Junior
Just a president, lookin' for a moniker
The young boy
Just turned sixteen and I got, uh
Six four's
And hot bikes that I rock, uh
Keep three or four sweeties on my clock, uh
But all that swinging in
That bikini just make 'em vicious
Slow all the traffic down
To a complete stop, uh
'cause you speaking that slang
That I talk, uh
That sassy tempo with that walk, uh
May be the reason
That all these teenies may never see me
Momma you may be
Three years older but you hot
Gimme that
You be talking like
You like what I got
Gimme that
I know you like it
How I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Momma you may be
Three years older but you hot
Gimme that
You be talking like
You like what I got
Gimme that
I know you like it
How I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Ma, take a break
Let me explain to you, woo
What your body got
A young boy ready to do, woo
If you take a chance
To let me put them thangs on you
I could show you
Why I make them straight A's at school
I'm a hustler, trust my frame and age
Got you thinking
That I'm just too young
To turn your page
I can picture us switching lanes
In the coupe
With you on the phone
Screaming my name, Chris
Momma you may be
Three years older but you hot
Gimme that, hot
You be talking like
You like what I got
Yeah, gimme that
I know you like it
How I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying
Gimme, gimme, gimme, oh
Momma you may be
Three years older but you hot
Hot, gimme that
You be talking like
You like what I got
Hey, gimme that
I know you like it
How I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
Yeah, girl
You serious and I been watching you
You already
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
This what your body's saying
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
Hey, yeah, you already
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
Hmm, get 'em, woo
Okay, Weezy baby, baby, what it do
I'm tryna holla at cha
I ain't upset
But I'll blind you if I smile at ya
You rocking
With young Chris and the best rapper, yeah
So leave your phone, bring your friends
Let the rest happen, yeah
A lil' Patrón, a lil' Hen'
I'm on Cavalli vodka, check
I'm in Cavalli jeans, check
Got on Cavalli boxers, check
I'm fresher than a newborn
And um
I can work you out like a futon
And um
You can leave your birthday suit on
I'ma leave my boots on
I'ma leave my jewels on
Never know what you want
I'ma leave that tool on
Never know who home
I learned that from a Biggie song
On to a new one, come on
Some like a redbone, yeah
Ooh, I think she like me
She got me on a ringtone
And I told her
Get yours, girl, and don't you stop
Now gimme that funk
That gushy stuff
Oh yeah
Momma you may be
Three years older but you hot
Three years older, gimme that
You be talking like
You like what I got
Oh, gimme that
I know you like it
How I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Momma you may be
Three years older but you hot
Gimme that
You be talking like
You like what I got
Gimme that
I know you like it
How I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying
Gimme, gimme, gimme
V.a
Yeah, ha
Yeah, ma, don't be fronting
Like you don't know what's going on
Aight, yeah