(Weezy Baby)
Shh, the fireman coming
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh)
Yeah (Uh-oh, hey, I’m back), yeah
Yeah (That’s right), yup (Birdman), yup
(They gon’ have to call the law), uh-huh (I’m burning, shorty)
I’m back (I tried told ’em)
What you, oh, what you gon’ do now? (Yeah)

I’m the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I’m hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em, get ’em)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em)

Ain’t nobody fucking with me, man (Uh-uh)
He-Man, ski mask, spending next week’s cash, he fast (Oh)
And I don’t even need a G-pass, I’m past that
I’m passing ’em out now (Yeah), and you can’t have that (Yeah)
And my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can’t match that (Oh, no)
Gotta be abstract (Oh, no)
You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What?)
Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy)
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack (Hey)
My girls can’t wear that, why? That’s where my stash at (Uh-uh-uh)
I put my MAC down (Yeah), that’s where you lack at (Yeah)
She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I’ma wax that (Got ’em)
I rekindled the flame (Got ’em), she remember the name (Got ’em)
It’s Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?)
Mama, give me that brain (Yeah), mama, give me that good (Yeah)
‘Cause I’m the fireman (Oh), you hear the fire truck

I’m the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I’m hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em, get ’em)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em)

Fresh on campus, it’s the Birdman Junior (Yeah)
Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (Yeah)
Raw Tune, not a cartoon (Ay)
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy)
I’m hot, but the car cool
She wet, that’s a car-pool
Been in that water since a younging, you just shark food (Yum, yum)
Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (Hah)
Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (Whoa)
Don’t snooze (No)
Been handling the game so long, my thumbs bruised
Your new girlfriend is old news
You ain’t got enough green and she’s so blue, yeah (Aw)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Yes)
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (Yes)
Now, watch me melt, don’t burn yourself, ’cause

I’m the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I’m hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em, get ’em)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em)

Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (Well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (Yeah)
My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That’s right)
Half of the game too lazy (Yeah)
Still sleeping on me, but I’m ’bout to wake ’em, yep
I’m ’bout to take ’em to New Orleans and bake ’em (Whoa)
Yeah, it’s hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (Hot)
Come on mama, let the Carter make you (Yeah)
Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry-grape you (Yeah)
They ball when they can and I’m balling by nature (Yeah)
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on)
Y’all in the race and me, I’m at the finish line (Uh-huh)
Been running for too long, it’s time to give me mine (Uh-huh)
Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it’s I (Who?)
Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot

I’m the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I’m hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em, get ’em)
You can spark it up and I’ma put you out (I got ’em)

Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got ’em
I-I-I-I-I got ’em
Ayy, ayy, B, I got ’em
Ayy, ayy, D, I got ’em
Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got ’em
Yeah, don’t worry, ’cause I, I, I
I don’t worry, ’cause I, I, I-I-I
I’ma put you out