Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

I just want you to be normal Why can't you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Why can't you be normal? Yo, how do I keep (I don't know what's up with these hoes, man) Getting in relationships like this? (I'm just sayin') Maybe it says something

Step in my room 'cause I got a little something for you baby Yo, what's up baby? I don't see no sign on my door that says it's closed In my room and I know you're gonna like it baby Finally we're all alone so lock all the doors and unplug the phone I