Can I get a witness? Ain't it funky now? Can I get some help? Build it up a little higher Can I scream, brother? Girl, let me tell you what you got to do Walk away and twist your hip, make sure you keep him weak

I got real shit to stress about girl I ain't worried bout shit Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried bout shit So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you think Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

Who run the world? Who run this motha? Girls, we run this motha, yeah Who are we? Hope you still like me "F" you pay me My persuasion can build a nation Endless power

So much ass in this building. suck little time to decide what right. Someone help me out. I want a fat ass to sit in my lap right now. damn. I like my girls like I like my coffee. yeah! cream and sugar and a big round ass. Hell yeah. lets hit the dance

Put a girl in it You can buy you a brand new truck Chrome it all out, jack it way up You can build you a house up high on a hill With a pool and a pond and a view to kill You can make all the money in sight But you ain't livin' a good life 'Til you put a

I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl) To get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Gonna make you feel me, if I gotta shake this building 'til I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil'

Ooh, it's cold gin time again You know it'll always win You know it's the only thing That keeps us together, ow It's cold gin time again Whoo, alright My heater's broke and I'm so tired I need some fuel to build a fire The girl next door, her lights are

And I tell my friend to tell them that I'm not at home While I'm at the studio building new song But they're not the same age as I am So school girl'. Hello? Hello I hear school girl callin', Callin' me on my phone I tell flavor tell them gyptian ain't

Build me a girl I promise I will always adore you Made in Japan, with style of Milan and a smile from California Brazilian walk, hair from New York, pretty Parisian curls Brazilian walk, hair from New York and pretty Parisian curls I was nearly a soul

I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl) To get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Gonna make you feel me, if I gotta shake this building 'til I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil'