| Song | Mo Fire - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Tha Carter II |
| 作曲 : D.P. "Dad" Carter | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop | |
| I play em' like pitty pat (shh)i'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats | |
| I fuck em and give em back (yeah) i really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack | |
| I hustle and bend my back | |
| My muscle is in tact | |
| My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, im puffin that purple, believe it if i talk it i walk like curse you | |
| i get it like it is on the commercial | |
| Verse 2, | |
| this is Verse 2, it is worse too, i'll mirk you, like i birth you | |
| you niggas small bubbles, i'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you | |
| my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, i'm like whateva my shit mean and obscene | |
| now i been seen on alotta different scene, that mean i got alotta different creme | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that im a lion, represent the | |
| jungle when the others just tryin, i represent my mother like baby stop cryin, i know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are | |
| lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you | |
| can't even find me, and i ain't even hidin naw, i'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, i'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head | |
| rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed | |
| i put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish.. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya | |
| Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, .... |
| zuò qǔ : D. P. " Dad" Carter | |
| Chorus | |
| Mo Fiya Weezy, Mo Fi ya.. Mo Fiya, I give her, Mo Fiya | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop | |
| I play em' like pitty pat shh i' m kickin back yeah I' m gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats | |
| I fuck em and give em back yeah i really mack yeah how real is that, you love him, you really wack | |
| I hustle and bend my back | |
| My muscle is in tact | |
| My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS | |
| Chorus | |
| Mo Fiya Weezy, Mo Fi ya.. Mo Fiya, I give her, Mo Fiya | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I Come at You shh, it' s somethin new, the color is smurf blue, im puffin that purple, believe it if i talk it i walk like curse you | |
| i get it like it is on the commercial | |
| Verse 2, | |
| this is Verse 2, it is worse too, i' ll mirk you, like i birth you | |
| you niggas small bubbles, i' ll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you | |
| my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, i' m like whateva my shit mean and obscene | |
| now i been seen on alotta different scene, that mean i got alotta different creme | |
| Chorus | |
| Mo Fiya Weezy, Mo Fi ya.. Mo Fiya, I give her, Mo Fiya | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that im a rider yeah my dreads hang to let him know that im a lion, represent the | |
| jungle when the others just tryin, i represent my mother like baby stop cryin, i know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin yeah, now you are | |
| lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you | |
| can' t even find me, and i ain' t even hidin naw, i' m right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, i' m like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head | |
| rockaby his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed | |
| i put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain' t nuthin but a prop fish.. | |
| Chorus | |
| Mo Fiya Weezy, Mo Fi ya.. Mo Fiya, I give her, Mo Fiya | |
| Mo Fiya, Mo Fiya Weezy.. Mo Fi ya, I giver her, .... |