This is what you want from me, this is what you want from me, this is what you want from
me, this is what you want from me.
Four point six on the range, and I turn keys.
Call me the American gangster, because I turn keys.
Everybody know my name, Maserati Coupe G5, yeah that's my plane.
Hey Mama, Yeah you my cutie pie, I watch your booty fire.
Damn that booty hot.
Apple bottom jeans on, baby got my lean on.
Go a little Tro, get my shoulder lean on.
Black and white, mixin' Filipino We like Bonnie and Clyde, spittin' C -notes
We on the D -load, six or seven zeroes Million dollar man, yeah, that's my hero
I make it rain, throw my money in the air Twenty -one gun salute, baby, we a pair
Pop a couple bottles, two thousand grape Roll up the grapes, cutie pie, yeah, you my mate
This is what you want, my cutie pie Pa -da -pa -pa, cutie pie
Four ten one, love a guy, cutie pie Pa -da -pa -pa, cutie pie
I used to flick bricks, turn my song on Gafani on the radio, put your thong on
Time to hit the club, wear them Jimmy Choo's I love the way you rock that Prada with a attitude
Ridin' through the hood with the suicide doze I still keep it hood with a little more doze
More, more, dro, perfect that is Two -step on the dance floor, work that shit
New chain, new gang, girl, work them heels The shoes over there cost me six bills
That's the big deal, ridin' on new wheels Floating on cloud nine, all for two pills
If you a cutie pie, step to this, I say, I gotta If you a cutie pie, step to this, I say, I gotta
This is what you want, my cutie pie Pa -da -pa -pa, cutie pie
Four ten one, love a guy, cutie pie Cutie pie
If you a cutie pie, step to this, I say, I gotta If you a cutie pie, step to this, I say, I gotta
If you a cutie pie, step to this, I say, I gotta If you a cutie pie, step to this, I say, I gotta
Cutie pie
