She hit the floor and make the club ignite. She likes a sexy little fire. She keep on begging for more if you play it right, She can fulfill your every desire. So super natural for real a crazy style and sex appeal Hey pretty mama what's the deal would

And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma' Girl, it's getting hotter I can't take much more But not for long And I might say goodbye I'm here like for one night So we don't gotta waste time I know that you feel it

Sugar mama, sugar mama, Sugar mama, please, come back to me They've been braggin' all over town We done crazy about you Sugar mama Because you ease my worried mind I like my coffee sweet early in the mornin', You know, and I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

I like your style Oh, mamacita Come, let's get more familiar HeyHey, mamacita Come, let's stay 'til mañana Baby, you're my cup of tea And I really wanna be in your company Yeah, yeah mamacita! Love me, lady, yeah, oh I

That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper Boy I'm in Colorado Smokin' California reefer HeyHey, the bitch so bad Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey and I

In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without

Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here HeyHey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you You didn't have to tell me that you love me so You didn't have to crucify me like you did You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid HeyHey, hey, mama, what's the matter here