Lil Wayne – This Is The Carter (feat. Mannie Fresh) Lyrics

This Is The Carter

Lil Wayne (feat. Mannie Fresh)

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"This Is The Carter." - Lil Wayne (feat. Mannie Fresh)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:36 pm

Album: Tha Carter

Track No: 03

Okay, um, it's finally perfect, you know?
Y'all already know what it is, and if you don't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)
This is the Carter (Yes, it is)
So hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do)
Because this is the Carter (That's what it is)
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Brim low, all I can see is the floor, come on)
Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (Well, I got it, don't worry, I got it, I got it, ayy)
Who am I? Young Wizzle, for shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals, uh
My charm Starburst, my watch Skittles
I'm hot, sizzle, what up, Hot Bizzle?
Holla at a player, I'm sorta like BD
Y'all can't stop my dribble or block the lay-up
Soft top the coupe, mami, papa too
Don't chase the feeling, baby girl, let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on a girl, now she comfortable
I'm a world-class G, mami, fuck with dude
I got La-Z-Boy bank, that's comfort loot
I'm an offense coordinator, run and shoot
You watch your grill, what you oughta do
'Fore your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showin', I say I'm starvin', dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter, dude
What up, Reel? Come on
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)
This is the Carter (Yeah)
So hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah)
Because this is the Carter (Yeah)
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Come on)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Mean I'm flyer than a motherfuckin' pelican right now)
Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (Don't even get this shit twisted, motherfucker)
I'm the Birdman, Birdman Jr., bitch
I be high in the sky, shit on you and your bitch
I be flyer than your guy, you need to lose the prick
Now if you follow everything, just grab a wing and we could shh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mal, picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls, then she wipe it off (Oh)
If gettin' money is wrong, I ain't right at all
I Young Money a car, I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own clique
I would say fuck you, but go and get your own dick
Get your game up, boy, hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get your game up, boy, hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)
This is the Carter (Yes, it is)
So hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do)
Because this is the Carter (That's what it is)
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Colder than the motherfuckin' North Pole, ****)
Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (And I'm slicker than the shit I told your bitch last night)
And y'all better blame Baby
'Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy?
And y'all ask why I never left the Navy
'Cause he's the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy?
Young, Young, Young Wizzle, baby
Give you your issue, nina wanna kiss you
No, no, no, me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller-blockin' 'cause a **** hood rich
And I floss every day because I could, bitch
So holla at your boy, 'cause I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like what's really good with your mama, your lil' boy?
And your sister looking good, shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle Weezle
1-7 Hollygrove, never, ever leave you
I got y'all waitin' on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, people
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on)
This is the Carter (Yes, it is)
So hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do)
Because this is the Carter (That's what it is)
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (I'm 'bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker, fuck you)
Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet, make me run it over)
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (That's private)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Now come on)
This is the Carter (Yeah)
So hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah)
Because this is the Carter (Don't get it twisted)
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Say what?)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (****, my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshittin', what's good?)
Wayne in the brain, Young Carter (Squad up, my hoes got hoes, for real)
You're murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah
Murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah
Murderin' 'em, yeah, yeah, Mannie Fresh, yeah
Murkin' 'em, yeah, yeah
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this

Writer(s): D. Carter & Byron Thomas.

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