The Fireman

Uh huh, I'm back what cha, uh whatcha gon do now?
 I'm the Fireman
 Fire, Fa, 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
 (1)
 Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
 Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
 And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
 I'm passing em out now and you can't have 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 surprise 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 candlelit and I'ma wax that
 I rekindle the flame
 She remember 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 firetruck
 I'm the Fireman
 Fire, Fa, 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 short fuse
 Don't snooze
 Been handling the game so long my thumb 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 it melt don't burn ya self
 I'm the Fireman
 Fire, Fa, 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 bout to wake em
 Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake 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-grape ya
 They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
 Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton
 Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
 They running for too long it's time to gimme mine
 Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
 Weezy allergic to wintertime... hot
 I'm the Fireman
 Fire, Fa, 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