Fireman

I'm the Fireman

Fire, F-Fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman

Ski Mask spending next week's cash, he fast

And I don't even need a G pass I'm past that

I'm passing â€~em out now and you can't help that

And my chain Toucan Sam that

Tropical colors you can't match that

Gotta be abstract

You catch my gal legs open, betta smash that

Don't be surprised if she ask, ‽Where the cash at?”

I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack

My girls can't wear that

Why? That's where my stash at

I put my mack down, that's where you lack at

She need her candle lit and I'ma wax that

I rekindle the flame

She remembered the name

It's Weezy Baby January December the same

Mama gimme that brain

Mama gimme that good

'Cause I'm the Fireman

You hear the fire truck

I'm the Fireman

Fire F-Fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr

Money too long teachers put away ya rulers

Raw tune not a cartoon

No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds

I'm hot but the car cool

She wet that's a carpool

Been in that water since a youngin', you just shark food

Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school

Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp fuse

Don't snooze

Been handling the game so long my thumbs bruise

Ya new girlfriend is old news

Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah

Cash Money Records where dreams come true

Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby

Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew

Now watch me melt, don't burn ya self, cuz

I'm the Fireman

Fire F-Fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

Ridin' by myself, well really not really

So heavy in the trunk make the car pop a wheelie

Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby

My money 360, you only 180

Half of the game too lazy

Still sleepin' on me but I'm â€~bout to wake â€~em

Yep! I'm â€~bout to take â€~em to New Orleans and bake â€~em

Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah

Come on mama let The Carter make ya

Toss ya like a fruit salad, strawberry crepe ya

They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature

Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton

Y'all in the race and me I'm at the finish line

They're running fo' too long, it's time to gimme mine

Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I

Weezy allergic to wintertime

I'm the Fireman

Fire F-Fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

You can spark it up and I'ma put you out