Yuh, yuh
Press one button now the roof, gone
These dudes be bitches like Mulan
Get more bread than a crouton
I'm swimming in the p***y like doogan
My b***h be hotter than Tucson
Still rich, but I'm f*****g on futons
Strap stay with me like it's glued on
Just saw your b***h sellin' p***y on Groupon
I'm fresh to death but I'm wildin'
I tell a b***h to be quiet
I keep my cell phone not silent
For when the hoes send pics of they privates
Shit, we're doin' drugs like it's the '80s
Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team
Why your mama wanna have my babies?
'Cause I'm bringing sexy back like JT, woo!
I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)
Your b***h hit me up, man, you gettin' played
I done curved more bitches than a squat rack
Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track
Lost a couple M's, I'm gonna make it right back
She wanna fuck, gotta hit her with the contract
Yeah, she got them thighs like Mewtwo but a face like drowsy
I'ma pass on that hoe like Rowley
I'ma still go and get me that mouthy
Hit it once and now it got me feelin' lowsy, ugh
Try to stick me like the scissors, fuckin' five times
Enough money to last a couple lifetimes
Fuckin' bitches while I'm filling in my downtime
All up in her guts chillin' like an enzyme
Ay, ay, that p***y bald, I'ma make a wish
Ay, these boys is starvin', come and grab a dish
Ay, you already know that my b***h is bad
Me and yo' momma go picture that
Bitch look at me, I'm yo' richer dad
Ay, throw it back, make it clap
Throw it back, throw it back
Make it clap, throw it back
I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)
Your b***h hit me up, man, you gettin' played
Yuh, I made the bag off the net like iCarly
Off the top, I spit, I'm Jeff Hardy
Play girl like Barbies
Got white boys talkin' like dude gnarly
Back inside this bitch, I never left though
She gonna suck my d**k until she strep throat
Write inside yo' b***h and then I left notes
Said I'm gonna be broke, you wanna bet though?
Get, get, get along
Just passed third base now we heading home
Like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
I'ma do the deed like I'm Doug Dimmadome
Make another hit reloadin'
Give yo' girl the Heimlich she chokin'
Said I love the bitch, I'm jokin'
Tell me why I just started strokin'
What the fuck?
Ay, you already know that my b***h is bad
Me and yo' momma go picture that
Bitch look at me, I'm yo' richer dad
Ay, throw it back, make it clap
Throw it back, throw it back
Make it clap, throw it back
I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)
Your b***h hit me up, man, you gettin' played
