Way 2 Fly
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
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, dirty niggas wanna fight me
If you picked 100 is a must, not a might be
Spend a couple thousand at the bar, that's highly likely
Detective Scales, yeah he still wanna indict me
So many vehicles it's hard to find the right key
Hoe I'm the man, how the fuck you don't want me
Big difference 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, cause I ain't even charging you to lay with you
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
I put all my trust in that weapon of mine
4th Ward I'm on the way, what it do Mac
700 dollars just to tell me what it do back
I was in that blue/blue, he was in that blue/black
Pharmacy in the car, but y'all already knew that
Good weed, good drank, big money maan
Big money bracelet, big money chain
Fuck an umbrella, hoes love when big money rain
Lil' Wayne that's my homie, I am Big Money Wayne
Can't forget about the Joseph like that
Got damn I think I lost my holster, (pistol in my back)
Make me put me goon hand on ya, (catch you dippin in my sack)
I ain't in the studio, I'm in the kitchen whippin crack
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
I put all my trust in that weapon of mine
I'm young enough for young broads to wonder where Z-Ro at
On the other hand I'm throwback like Bobby Womack
Just left the Kush man, already gotta go back
20 minutes later, "Kush man, where my smoke at?"
Uh, I'm Pimp C up in this muthafucka
Bet ain't nobody gon' pimp me up in this muthafucka
I don't even need a key up in this muthafucka
If you ain't real, you ain't gon' be up in this muthafucka
Cory Mo on the track, ya head bobbin, huh?
Y'all lucky I rap, if not I'd probably be robbin ya
Hoe you wanna leave, I ain't stoppin ya
I don't like ya anyway, that's why your rider never been on top of ya
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
I put all my trust in that weapon of mine
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Well
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Well
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
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, dirty niggas wanna fight me
If you picked 100 is a must, not a might be
Spend a couple thousand at the bar, that's highly likely
Detective Scales, yeah he still wanna indict me
So many vehicles it's hard to find the right key
Hoe I'm the man, how the fuck you don't want me
Big difference 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, cause I ain't even charging you to lay with you
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
I put all my trust in that weapon of mine
4th Ward I'm on the way, what it do Mac
700 dollars just to tell me what it do back
I was in that blue/blue, he was in that blue/black
Pharmacy in the car, but y'all already knew that
Good weed, good drank, big money maan
Big money bracelet, big money chain
Fuck an umbrella, hoes love when big money rain
Lil' Wayne that's my homie, I am Big Money Wayne
Can't forget about the Joseph like that
Got damn I think I lost my holster, (pistol in my back)
Make me put me goon hand on ya, (catch you dippin in my sack)
I ain't in the studio, I'm in the kitchen whippin crack
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
I put all my trust in that weapon of mine
I'm young enough for young broads to wonder where Z-Ro at
On the other hand I'm throwback like Bobby Womack
Just left the Kush man, already gotta go back
20 minutes later, "Kush man, where my smoke at?"
Uh, I'm Pimp C up in this muthafucka
Bet ain't nobody gon' pimp me up in this muthafucka
I don't even need a key up in this muthafucka
If you ain't real, you ain't gon' be up in this muthafucka
Cory Mo on the track, ya head bobbin, huh?
Y'all lucky I rap, if not I'd probably be robbin ya
Hoe you wanna leave, I ain't stoppin ya
I don't like ya anyway, that's why your rider never been on top of ya
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't smoke wet 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
I'm way too fly and way too high
I don't want that pussy if it's way too dry
I'm hotter than a stove on 375
I put all my trust in that weapon of mine
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Well
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhh
Well
Credits
Writer(s): Cory Moore, Joseph Mcvey
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