I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record

Take em to the telly, get butt pass naked

Let em feel the power, lick em if it don't taste sour

Hit em in the shower for a hour, give em that feelin'

Sauce money prevailing, let her get on top if it's mirrors on the ceiling

Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice My device maker say damn that niggas nice

Know I got wifey, lay my cards when I pivot Pass your seven digits if you with it

Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin'

Nine times out of ten it's on and poppin' Ain't no stoppin' victory in the end

Bring a friend next time, let's do it again Bring your whole crew if you see through me

And we can meet on the BQE, and it goes like

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do?

Talk all night, or we gon' screw? Talk about me and you, and it goes like

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do?

Talk all night, or we gon' screw? I'm talkin' about me and you, and it goes like

I'm just gonna say you bragging Saw a saddest tongue between my thighs lollygagging

Cause you imagine shaking your tail just like a dragon become a worse fling

In the morning hot 97 the first thing

Deny it?

Hell yeah y 'all don't bite it I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it

But who knows maybe one day I'll try it But for now slow down, too much Lil' Kim in your diet

Can I get it raw? Get it wet

When he hit it first, can I get it next? Shit, you the best

It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami Actually, I'm Eddie King Jr.

That nigga me He want me to feel what he feel when it's tight

And I know you don't be doing this, right? But it gets no livin' in this

Never lying, I dick Shit, we got niggas rising our wrists

Play your cards right, you be driving a six Shopping all day, hopping out in the dicks

Popping the crisps Shit, hopping out of your wrists

Popping your shit New York's hottest bitch

From the ghetto to the stilettos But you gotta do it two times like an echo

You feeling that? This is how we run it down the line

Nigga sauce go first, you're next to rhyme

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do?

Talk all night, or we gon' screw? Talk about me and you, and it goes like

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do?

Talk all night, or we gon' screw? I'm talking about me and you, and it goes like

I see you got a lot to get off your chest Coat, blouse, bra, don't talk me to death

Like murder's on your mind, mami, off the dress Jiggering game till I lost my breath

Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex

What you need to know is if I lost respect Don't have to worry if you do sauce correct

I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that

Dime pieces I'm hitting Four in the morning,

cross the flakes in your kitchen Now you want me to start tricking, I suppose

That's when the first bass off kicking We don't love these hoes

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do?

Talk all night, or we gon' screw? Talk about me and you, and it goes like

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do?

Talk all night, or we gon' screw? Talk about me and you, and it goes like

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Talk about me and you, and it goes like This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Talk about me and you, and it goes like This goes out to my Brooklyn crew