She don't really wanna, she don't really wanna fuss with your butt tonight, no.

She just really wanna, she wanna chill with the gang and get cut tonight, oh.

She don't wanna, she don't really wanna fuss with your butt tonight, oh.

She really wanna, she wanna roll with the gang and get crushed tonight, oh, yeah.

Go ahead, keep naggin' your bitch, she's sittin' in the 6 with the blood, you know how that go.

And I'ma tell her what she wanna hear till her head is tuckin' from the front and I can see her rear.

Put a 8 in her back, tight grip on her ponytail, pullin' out a threat.

Let her hit the club with me, and in the wee hours she can get some grub with me.

In the V, play the passenger seat with the beef crack, you can pass me the heat.

I get pinched, she gon' stay down, still goin' out of town on that fuckin' greyhound.

And she gon' bring back correct bread on the VI, yeah, she give the blood the best head.

I touch down, still pack fists, runnin' through the mall, shoppin' sprees on the set.

She don't really wanna, she don't really wanna fuss with your butt tonight, no.

She just really wanna, she wanna chill with the gang and get cut tonight, oh.

She don't wanna, she don't really wanna fuss with your butt tonight, oh.

She really wanna, she wanna roll with the gang and get crushed tonight, oh, yeah.

She don't wanna do the hobbyist doggie, hobbyist lady.

She just wanna ride with me, doggie, I honor her G.

With them high -density foggy lights on the V.

Rory, horsey, Porsche, mommy, it's me.

Before we shop, Prada or Gucci.

High -approach, a slick talker out of a coochie.

Got a thing for slurgin', for certain.

Start all over, be a born -again virgin, love.

He wasn't knowin', but just show him.

Go ahead and make a wish on that dick, love.

Blow him, middle of the winter, so the roof be on.

But with the press of a button, love, poof, he gone.

Fly, fly, honestly, yes.

From my BB to my PRPS.

Fussin' off GP, love, give it a rest.

Why try and save it for him when you can give it to us?

She don't really wanna.

She don't really wanna fuss with your butt tonight, love.

She just really wanna.

She wanna chill with the gang in the cut tonight, oh.

She don't wanna.

She don't really wanna fuss with your butt tonight, oh.

She really wanna.

She wanna roll with the gang and get squished tonight, oh, yeah.

No relations, I'm tryin' to be a thug.

And lay my game flat so we can leave the club.

And we can get going, got the heat of tug.

She said she got man, but he's a scrub.

Besides, baby girl, I'm tryin' to beat it up.

And get going, tell police they can eat my dust.

A buck eighty in the V where I'm speedin' up.

I got your chick on my side, get weeded up.

She said she tired of fussin' and the fightin'.

She said she need some fuckin' excitement.

Fifty thousand bucks for the Breitling.

My niggas still duckin' indictments.

While we speedin', told her, suck it, don't bite it.

I stay fly like I jumped off of United.

First class up front, somethin' like a pipe.

And she don't really want to fuss with your butt tonight, no.

She just really want to.

She want to chill with the gang and get cut tonight.

Oh, she don't want to.

And she don't really want to fuss with your butt tonight.

Oh, she really want to.

She want to roll with the gang and get crushed tonight.

Oh, yeah.