A-tisket, a-tasket A green and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue

Sumthin' for nuthin' Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch Name the time, name the price leave you door unlocked I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shock Gigolo

(Oh) My lucky strike (Oh) You're body rocking, keep me up all night Got me so high and then she dropped me But she got me, she got me, she got me bad Took me inside and then she rocked me She keep up all night, this is what it sounds like (Oh) One in a

And in response to what you whispered in my ear I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you, too Last night when my psyche's Subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice You slowly dropped your eyelids When true love takes a grip it leaves you without a

L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)

We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion

Jumpin' on and off the jet Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet) Ordered the 14 passenger Flyest nigga in America Fresher than a mannequin Jumpin' on and off— We say it's up, then it's up Perfect timin', dropped a diamond in my cup Solitaires on my

Racks up, racks up Semi, semi, keep it tucked Bad bitch, bubble butt High school sellin' beans Dropped out now I'm rich Flexin' 'til I'm 66 Pullin' up, Bentley truck

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

I been doing me on the daily You can get mad that I made it You ain't know the work I put in Check my profile and they hit me I be makin' magic on the daily Ye-ah-ha-ha-ha With the top dropped down with your lady? (skrr, skrr, hey) Hit the club,