President Lyrics - Lil Wayne

And who i be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby, 

And I got em on they knees, saying baby, 

Im a goodfella, they bout to make me 

But I been made ho, I been paid ho, 

I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho' 

I'm red hot, I'm ice cold 

I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole 

I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches 

Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches 

[Chorus] 

Hey where we from, new orleans 

Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes 

And what we drink? (drank) 

That lean (lean) 

Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) 

And what we smoke? That piffy (you know) 

Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) 

Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it) 

Presidential shit, monica lewinsky 

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[Verse 1] 

Back for the M*tha F*ckn title its your idle, 

Get money 'til I die, got my hand on the bible 

I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle 

If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan 

Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on 

Thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss 

Bitch I'm on that leaaaan, 

Yeah, and I'm on that green 

Won a championship I'm still on that team 

Yeah, and I'm ya woman's dream, 

And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF) 

Hah, and I'm so damn clean 

These leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans 

You wouldn't know that you don't roll like me 

We in the building everything cool until i scream (yeah) 

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[Chorus] 

Hey where we from, new orleans 

Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes 

And what we drink? (drank) 

That lean (lean) 

Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) 

And what we smoke? That piffy (you know) 

Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) 

Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it) 

Presidential shit, monica lewinsky 

[Verse 2] 

Ridin' in the caddy mo' 

Blowin like sachmo 

I'm highly strapped low 

Baby go from what ya know 

Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame 

Money up, champagne, still posin', same game 

Cash money still, do it for the money 

Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car 

Backyard theme park, front yard car show 

I'm somewhere in the house 

And it's like where's waldo? 

Ten bricks straight powder air cargo 

Weezy F. straight hustlin' no barcode 

You don't know what my heart holds, straight fuel 

Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule 

Put some weight on her back make her ass move 

She give daddy money back that's a fast move 

40 G's one chain, that's a man jewels 

45 for the Jag dude 

[Chorus] 

Hey where we from, new orleans 

Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes 

And what we drink? (drank) 

That lean (lean) 

Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) 

And what we smoke? That piffy (you know) 

Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) 

Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it) 

Presidential shit, monica lewinsky 

[Verse 3] 

Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip 

I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch 

I move the heavy ass gun from my hip 

Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap 

I'm steady as crack wit the strap 

I'm heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat 

I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the facts 

The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack 

I'm just tryin' to let my hair back 

And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat? 

Champagne clear liquor put that beer back 

Got work so cheap it's on Sears racks 

Holla at me on the low I take care of that 

And feds buy mixtapes yeah I'm aware of that 

But this here is the suffix you scared of dat 

When you get shot you know where ya at 

And where we from NEW ORLEANS