Lil Wayne — Ask Dem Hoes

[Intro] Yeah, buddy Weezy F. Baby, baby! Hahahahaha Yeah, my type of shit See— When I do what I do, I do it I said— "When I do what I do, I do it" That right Haha [Verse 1] See, she all on my dick 'cause I make a lot of money But I don't know why, 'cause she gets none— bring it back —all on my dick 'cause I make a lot of money But I dunno why 'cause she gets none from me She only get dick way down in her tummy And she tell all of her friends; now, her friends wanna— bring it back —only get dick way down in her tummy And she tell all of her friends; now, her friends wanna fuck me I'm looking in the mirror, and I see a dollar sign I had a CAT scan, and I had money on my mind I tell a bitch, "Go and get my name on your spine So I can feel good when I'm hitting it from behind" I'm crack rock-fresh, baby, I'm that boy Now, put me in a pot, and watch, I come back hard Yeah, put me on the block, and watch: I come back rich Now she done put me in that pussy, she ain't come back since, ha! [Hook] Ask dem hoes Yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me Ask dem hoes Mhm, yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes) I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes) Bitch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes, yeah) Bitch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes about me) [Verse 2] Hat to the side, rims on the ride It can't fit in my pocket, and I don't have to— hold up Hat to the side, rims on the ride It can't fit in my pocket, and I don't have to cock it Scarface, bitch: Cocaine by the pie Got them hoes sniffing like them hoes 'bout to— hold up Scarface, bitch: Cocaine by the pie Got them hoes sniffing like them hoes 'bout to cry Ms. MySpace, don't blow my high I download hard dick to your hard drive Then, she got on her knees; that's when we locked eyes She caught it like it was a routine pop fly I'm dopeboy fresh: New jeans, new everything Them bitches want me like a wedding ring I told her that I'm married to the money, committed to the cash All I see is pussy, titties, and a ass [Hook] Ask dem hoes Yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me Ask dem hoes Mhm, yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes) I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes) Bitch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes, yeah) Bitch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes about me) [Verse 3] Call me "Weezy F.," bitch, I'm straight from the street The dope game is sour, and the dope is sweet I live in the towers, got a scope on the heat Hit you from a hunnid feet—we don't even have to meet Your bitch love me—we don't even have to meet But if I run into her, believe me, I will— hold on Your bitch love me—we don't even have to meet But if I run into her, believe me, I will do her And if that bitch is crazy, believe me, I will sue her Got some hungry-ass lawyers that will eat her up and chew her I don't know how you love her; I wish I never knew her She only gave me brain—she was just another tutor She blew my whole band—I was just another tuba Now get off my dick, and get lost in Aruba It's money over bitches, Cash Money over bitches Young Money over bitches, get money from them bitches—I do! [Hook] Ask dem hoes Yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me Ask dem hoes Mhm, yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes) I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes) Bitch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes, yeah) Bitch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes about me)