Workin’ Em Lil Wayne (Ft. Fee Banks)

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Young Money
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
Dedication 2!

[Chorus: Fee Banks, Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me (Fee!)
That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me (Bitch, that's big [?])
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me (Shout to the Trendsetter)
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me (My nigga Don Cannon! Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
I be pimpin' them hoes, I be pimpin' them hoes (Shout to Cash Money!)
I be pimpin' them hoes, pimp— pimpin' them hoes (My nigga Slim, what's good?)
I be workin' them bitches, I be workin' them bitches (Baby, what up?)
I be workin' them bitches, work— workin' them bitches, yeah! (Oh!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
Weezy F. Baby, the motherfucking Carter (Yeah)
Bitches on my stick, but my name ain't "Harry Potter" (Ill!)
In fact, I'm very hotter—your girl say the same
And since we like to travel, she let us run a train (Choo-choo)
And my defense put me in the Hall of Fame (Geah)
I make her turn over every time we play the game (Bitch)
"My boy Wayne"—ask them niggas how I came
In a Ferrari, Jaguar, switching both lanes (Errrr!)
Living room in the kitchen on a plane (I'm high)
I get from A to B so comfortably, I—
Do my thing; y'all niggas so plain (Yeah, yeah)
I'm so fly—call me "Soul Plane" (Hey, wow!)