When she give me head she gon′ use both hands
Hey hey
And ya know, hey, hey
I'm the man, hey
Oh I'm in the club and I'm doing the stale face, ok
Hey, why ya mad
I‘m just waiting to get the check please
Hey, I need my check please
Try to check me, you gon need a check please
And the f**n Glock become designer
Niggas rockin' Glocks like that shit designer
Ok, if I pull mine I'ma fuckin′ design ya
Ok, leave you chopped up like some fuckin′ lasagna
Ok, keep the piece, I've been tryna keep the peace
You can clear the fuckin′ streets that's why I′m tryna keep the peace
Ay, I got a money recipe that work for more than me
Ay, they can't work for you, hell, you can work for me
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
I'ma real n**a rockin′ real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
I'ma real n**a rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I′m just tryna get her out them clothes
B**h
20 bands in my hands I'ma make these bitches do the Macarena
Ay, I'ma real street n**a, I be damned if I pay you for a feature
Mamacita
I wanna meet ya
Smokin′ reefer (gas gas), I keep my heater
I met her in the club, I knew she was a cheater (cheating b**h)
I can f**k you baby girl but I can't keep you
Yeah, I'ma liar, Ima dog, she a silly b**h
She always call my phone with that silly shit
You ain′t talkin money
hang the phone up (what)
You ain't talkin money n**a
hold up (what)
You ain′t talkin money n**a
pour up (w-what)
Got it out the bowl with the cola
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
Ima real n**a rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I′m just tryna get her out them clothes
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
I'ma real n**a rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
