This Is the Carter - Lil Wayne ft. Mannie Fresh

Okay, um, it's finally perfect, you know?

Y'all already know what it is, and if you don't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)

Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)

This is the Carter (Yes, it is)

So hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do)

Because this is the Carter (That's what it is)

A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)

Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Brim low, all I can see is the floor, come on)

Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (Well, I got it, don't worry, I got it, I got it, ayy)

Who am I? Young Wizzle, for shizzle

Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals, uh

My charm Starburst, my watch Skittles

I'm hot, sizzle, what up, Hot Bizzle?

Holla at a player, I'm sorta like BD

Y'all can't stop my dribble or block the lay-up

Soft top the coupe, mami, papa too

Don't chase the feeling, baby girl, let it come to you

Remove the ceiling on a girl, now she comfortable

I'm a world-class G, mami, fuck with dude

I got La-Z-Boy bank, that's comfort loot

I'm an offense coordinator, run and shoot

You watch your grill, what you oughta do

'Fore your ribs get barbecued

And my ribs is showin', I say I'm starvin', dude

This, this, this, this, this is the Carter, dude

What up, Reel? Come on

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)

Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)

This is the Carter (Yeah)

So hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah)

Because this is the Carter (Yeah)

A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Come on)

Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Mean I'm flyer than a motherfuckin' pelican right now)

Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (Don't even get this shit twisted, motherfucker)

I'm the Birdman, Birdman Jr., bitch

I be high in the sky, shit on you and your bitch

I be flyer than your guy, you need to lose the prick

Now if you follow everything, just grab a wing and we could shh

All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all

Young Mal, picture the broad lick

All the way down to the balls, then she wipe it off (Oh)

If gettin' money is wrong, I ain't right at all

I Young Money a car, I just write it off

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own clique

I would say fuck you, but go and get your own dick

Get your game up, boy, hustle harder

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this

Get your game up, boy, hustle harder

This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yeah

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)

Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)

This is the Carter (Yes, it is)

So hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do)

Because this is the Carter (That's what it is)

A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)

Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Colder than the motherfuckin' North Pole, nigga)

Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (And I'm slicker than the shit I told your bitch last night)

And y'all better blame Baby

'Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy?

And y'all ask why I never left the Navy

'Cause he's the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy?

Young, Young, Young Wizzle, baby

Give you your issue, nina wanna kiss you

No, no, no, me no want no bullshit

So, so stop baller-blockin' 'cause a nigga hood rich

And I floss every day because I could, bitch

So holla at your boy, 'cause I'm still on some hood shit

Like, like, like what's really good with your mama, your lil' boy?

And your sister looking good, shit, shit

I'm still Apple Eagle Weezle

1-7 Hollygrove, never, ever leave you

I got y'all waitin' on my sequel

This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, people

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)

Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)

This is the Carter (Yes, it is)

So hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do)

Because this is the Carter (That's what it is)

A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)

Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (I'm 'bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker, fuck you)

Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet, make me run it over)

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (That's private)

Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Now come on)

This is the Carter (Yeah)

So hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah)

Because this is the Carter (Don't get it twisted)

A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Say what?)

Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Nigga, my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshittin', what's good?)

Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (Squad up, my hoes got hoes, for real)

You're murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah

Murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah

Murderin' 'em, yeah, yeah, Mannie Fresh, yeah

Murkin' 'em, yeah, yeah

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this