Way 2 Fly

I'm way too fly and way too high

I don’t smoke with homie I am way too dry

I'm cooler than a fan in the summer time

You can spend the night with her if she’s one of mine

Im way too fly and way too high

I don’t want that pussy if its way too dry

I’m hotter than stove on three seventy five

I put all my trust in that weapon of mine

I’m in a suit I’d rather be in a white tee

So clean thirty niggas wanna fight me

We keep it one hundred is a must not a might be

Spill a couple thousand at the bar is how they like me

We tip the scales yeah you still wanna indict me

So many vehicles it’s hard to find the right key

Ho I’m the man how the fuck you don’t want me

If it’s between being one deep and lonely

Yeah bitch I’m still stomping in my gator shoes

You can sit still and chill I ’ma make a major move

If it ain't about money I got nothing to say to you

Smile bitch cuz same dee been charging you to lay with you

I'm way too fly and way too high

I don’t smoke with homie I am way too dry

I'm cooler than a fan in the summer time

You can spend the night with her if she’s one of mine

Im way too fly and way too high

I don’t want that pussy if its way too dry

I’m hotter than stove on three seventy five

I put all my trust in that weapon of mine

Yeah, fourth quarter I’m on the way, what it do mac

Seven hundred dollars just to tell me what it do back

I was in that blow blow he was in that blue black

Armessy in the car but ya’ll already knew that

Good weed good drank big money man

Big money bracelet big money chain

And I’m guna hold up in big money rain

Lil wayne that’s my homie I am big money wayne

Forget about the jokster, never think I lost my holster

When put my goon hand on ya

I ain’t in the studio I’m in the kitchen whipping crabs

I'm way too fly and way too high

I don’t smoke with homie I am way too dry

I'm cooler than a fan in the summer time

You can spend the night with her if she’s one of mine

Im way too fly and way too high

I don’t want that pussy if its way too dry

I’m hotter than stove on three seventy five

I put all my trust in that weapon of mine

Hold up, I’m young enough for young broads to wonder where’s he rolls at

On the other hand I’m throwback like Bobby Womack

Just left the kush man already gotta go back

Twenty minutes later kush man where my smoke at

Uh, I’m pimp C up in this mother fucker

Better nobody gone pimp me up in this mother fucker

I don’t even need a key up in this mother fucker

If you ain’t real you ain’t gone be up in this mother fucker

Corey Mo on the track your head bobbing huh

Ya’ll lucky I rap if not I’d probably be robbing ya

Ho wanna leave ain’t stopping ya I don’t like ya anyway

That’s why a rider never been on top of ya

I'm way too fly and way too high

I don’t smoke with homie I am way too dry

I'm cooler than a fan in the summer time

You can spend the night with her if she’s one of mine

Im way too fly and way too high

I don’t want that pussy if its way too dry

I’m hotter than stove on three seventy five

I put all my trust in that weapon of mine