baby
if you wit' it
just clap yo' hands
stop playin' girl
back that ass up and
spend that cash dog
drink the henny and
freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz
everybody's out to fuck tonight
the fine women
they out to fuck tonight
my niggas
they down to fuck tonight
ladies
fellas
the won't stop players
came through the door
seen it before
hands touchin' the ceiling
booty streakin' the floor
you ever felt good to the point you so sure that
all the attention in the club is yours
got your hair done up
shades christian dior
leave us
trade a little happy on your vickey draws
gettin' your dance on hard
who could wish for more
and your crew's all but know it's a horse
got the don all warm and it ain't the hen'
feelin' like the don woman
you could wrestle her chin
shorty
come a little closer while the record spin
i wanna freak a little longer
can they play it again
yo
got my mind on my money
money on my mind
and to let you know
you just as good as gold
it's like we got our own little private party goin' on
and the scene just changed into shores of san juan
it's so intimate
we so into it
such a tender thing
but fuck i'm innocent
grindin' so hard you gotta know what i'm thinkin'
laughin' cuz i'mma kidnap you for the weekend
now we at the pad about to crack a case
playin' the couch like ceasar's
she feedin' me grapes
not for nuttin' hon
the sex is great
but you know you got to go
i got checks to chase. next
if you're wit' it grab your friends
follow joe and me
cuz it's on
it's on
went in and got the cris' and a pound of weed
it's on
it's on
now mami
let's get serious
cuz by the looks of it
it seems your sexuality is just a little curious
you got a friend
we could gather then split
if not
i got a girl for every girl i get
there's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
we hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass
and you know you wanna be where the cake is at
where the pockets just like calories
extra fat
mami
your body like malery on natural born killer
she like
they got money but ya'll are more realer
she wanna roll wit' us
pretty much to crit' us
no beatin' around the bush
just beatin' it 'till you bit us