T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Heavy Chevy (T-Wayne Album)

Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change

Bad news on the doorstep
24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells
I’ma switch to T-Wayne and take it back
(Tha Bizness)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
See, see Pain I ain’t gon’ lie, when I got to Florida
I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Believe my leather stayin’ soft

Tallahassee?
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
Let me get somethin’

Y’know, I was talkin’ ’bout, like, Trick Daddy
Mhm, mhm
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
And y’know, the real Dunk Ryders
Beatin’ down yo’ block, leave you with a damn welt
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
That you from N-O, right?
Let’s see what I got (T-Double)
Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you
I couldn’t take one more step
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
When I was 11, dawg, I learned ’bout my Chevy, dawg
Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver
[Chorus]
I haven’t saw that many Chevys in my life
I used to have a ’64 a few years ago
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die, day that I die
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
As a matter of fact, y’know what? I’ma buy you a Chevy
In the spirit of Chevys
24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala
’72 Chevelle, I know that well
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
But I will never sell, hell
I did
So let’s start with the
‘Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
Now, I kinda want you to come back and tell me what you learned from my lesson (Okay) Y’know what I’m sayin’?
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
American Pie So bye-bye Ms.
So is it cool if, like, I just teach you a couple things you need to know?
I meant to say "seen," but um
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man

I had that bitch on three wheels on one of my old videos
Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help
Right, right, and I’m from Florida

Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
It’s not much, all you gotta do is sit back, relax, take it in, you ready?
Alright, let’s go
See Pain, I knew a lil somethin’, but thanks for the lesson
But somethin’ touched me deep inside the day the music died
No worries, no homo
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
Plus I got a mothafuckin’ motor that’ll make them tires yell
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Inside got baby blue ‘gator scales
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
Yeah, I like this, a’ight big bruh, fall it out
What up, bruh?
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
And I love that bitch so much, tomorrow I’ma wear the fan belt
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
I said, a long, long time ago
I burned the Pirellis off, convertible, take it off
Since you came to Miami now
You pretty much a certified Florida boy
And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance
[Intro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
But my neighbors call it "Please turn down the stereo!"
A’ight, see? (I see) You gotta learn, big bruh (I see, I see)
Oh, but of course, but of course
Now cut that hoe up louder
My shit hard as a turtle shell
Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
[Chorus]
Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck
So, y’know, I was thinkin’, right?
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the ‘gator tail
Y’know, since we doin’ the "He Rap He Sang" album, I figured
The one without the little man step
Mids and highs and 4-12s
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
And them good ol’ boys was drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Right, right (Can I hit that bitch one more time, please?)
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
That you probably need to know about
Okay
Mhm, I’ma finish hittin’ the weed first
But still, I need to know that you know that I know that you know (Okay)
[Chorus]
Woo!
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
That’s why I’m at the start line, ’bout to take it off
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
What up?
And you know what I’m sayin’