she singing, âbitch iâm paid, thatâs all i gotta say.â iâm like who knew, who knew, who knew, that after all the years iâd make a weezy fan out of you too, you too, you too. when i met you, you were thom yorke, chris martin & u2, u2, u2. when you met me i was three6, pimp c, bun b, 8ball & mjg. but weâre both a long way from home, we got the windows down, the radioâs on..always. i wrote a letter to the sky, saying maybe one day youâll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. my girl found it in the car & said âbaby why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me.â cuz you know youâre my baby, you know youâre my baby. iâm not just in it for the ride. in it for the rideâŠ