Lil Wayne — This What I Call Her

[Intro: Lil Wayne, Fee Banks, & DJ tags] Ayy— Ayy, Fee I saw this girl the other day. She gave me her number, right? You think I should call her? You better, nigga I think I should call her You better, nigga You think I should call her? You better, nigga Tch— I should call her When I call her, I’ma be like— I’ma be like, “Ayy—“ Should I be like, “Darling—“ Or should I call her “beautiful,” or— (Gangsta— Gangsta—) Something nice, you know? That’s sweet That sweet shit? Should I just be like, “Bitch!” Like— (Gangsta— Gangsta—) How ‘bout “Miss?” “Miss!” “Miss!” Okay— (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ms. Butter Pecan, caramel, Southern belle She hotter than a summer day in Hell I'm under her spell; she say her name was Chantel She say she got a man—I can't tell Because when we be rockin', we get it poppin like a Amstel Like, right up in the hotel—maybe the stairwell She blows kisses to my handheld She's an angel—her name should be "Angel" I'm blessed, I kill her with the rich man smell She got a wet manhole, and your mans fell, whoa! I slipped in her inkwell I saw jellyfish and seashells—no further details I love the smell of a female And you're one hell of a female I'm tellin' you, female: Get in the CL And let it be sweet sailin' and late night emailin' Ooh! She feel me Ooh, Fee! Fee! I think she feel me—oww! [Break: Lil Wayne & DJ tags] Yeah, she feel me (Ooh, oh) Fee! I think— I think she feelin’ me, man E-I, I think she diggin’ me, man (I think she feelin’ me, man, ha) I told you, I told you (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Okay, I called her on a late night It was late, right; I was on her ass like some brake lights But I ain't stop for the red lights We get it poppin' 'til the blue and red lights come knockin' Neighbors keep trippin', we keep fuckin' Sex revolution; baby, I'm comin'— Down the hallway that lead to your stomach, mami I'ma keep pumpin' 'til you scream, "Young Money!" And me and your boyfriend is not the same I go's down like the stock exchange, and then, I bring it up! 'Scuse me, I drink it up I leave you soakin' wet from your ankle up—shucks! I'm too much! Fee! I'm too much! [Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ tags] Yeah! Yeah, haha! I’m too much! (Alright) Baby girl, you could call me a slut, ha! Yeah, you could call me a slut, baby (Hey) I be your slut, baby (Girl) Yeah, I'm too much! Young Money, motherfucker! We about to rule the world! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) Well, if not, we about to rule the girls! Alright