Oh Yeah lyrics

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[Verse 1: Chubbie Baby]
It's Chubbie Baby
Drop Top Mercedes
Hair Cut Wavy
The Black Patrick Swayze
Getting This Money (Oh Yeah)
Like It Was The Eighties (Oh Yeah)
Everything Good (Oh Yeah)
Everything Gravy (Oh Yeah)
You Know I Get Money(Yeah)
I Do It Real Big
It's Chubby Baby Ma I'm The Oh Seven Big
Guccis On My Feet
I Force Em Like I Post Em
When Your Money Reach Mine
That's When They Won't Smoke Ya
I Ride First Class
Phantoms With A Chauffeur
Bricks With A Trill Again Waiting On A Gofer (Ya Dig)
Soon The Order Finished
I'm Hopping In The Benz
I'm The Mid West Playa Boning All Ya Friends
When I Hit Magic City Make It Rain With The Ends
Then I Make It Thunder On My Neck Like Lightning
You Prayin On That Hit Play Boy Keep Writing
In The Club You
Know We Ain't Fighting
[Chorus: Chubbie Baby]
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Young Mula
Cash Money mafia, (yea!)
Weed and syrup

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's Weezy baby, (who?)
Strapped like the navy, (what)
Ridin' wit a half a brick strapped to her baby, (ok)
I be getting money, run a lap if you lazy, (yea)
Grand daddy purp got me trapped like mazes, (oww!)
Bunch of diamond chains lookin' like a bunch of lasers (yea)
Understand I'm sharper than a f*ckin' hellraiser, (raiser)
Bad yellow b*tch on my sidekick pager
You know it's goin' down like down goes Frazier, ya dig? (A!)
Yes, and I be wit mid west chubby
But I'm from the dirty, keep it dirty like I'm playin' rugby, (ha)
b*tch ride me like a old school huffy, (what?)
Let me see you work your mouth like a f*ckin' guppy, (go head)
My leather softer than brand new pair of hush puppies
My top will leave if I decide to hit the punch button, (hit it)
It's young weezy, how could I ever quit stuntin'?
Get mad, I'mma get money
[Chorus: Chubbie Baby]
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

[Interlude 2: Juelz Santana]
A! Dipset
Skull gang
Haha

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Juelz baby
They see me and start cheerin
Rockstar like Santana Van Halen, yea
Burn em wit the nina
Hot head, nickname fever
Ya b*tch, I Turner/Turn her like Tina, haha
Booty in the air, then I bump her like speakers
Then I get right back to puffin' my reefer, (A!)
Yes, yes I'm coke supplyin'
Best pitcher on the mound since Nolan Ryan, (ha)
I got that cheap blow
Heavyweight, I sell snow by the ski slope... come and get some
And the cars got engines like speed boats
Throw dough away like tickets to a free show, (uh)
You outside getting' re-poed, (whoa)
I'm bein' watched under the law, I'm rico (A!)
And all the chicks come to me for wood like Home Depot
I shine, you just a little star, you twinkle, (twinkle)
We make it rain for real, ya'll just sprinkle
We shut down ya hydrant, aight then (A!)
[Chorus: Chubbie Baby]
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)
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