Bless up There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up They'll probably only let me fuck 'cause I'm next up Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir Running through 'em, looking for a down bitch It's like looking for them hitters on SoundClick Hoping someone else ain't already killed it Wait up, for real, you exclusive I found it Baby, say it's true I don't wanna have to wait on you These are things I gotta say to you Make me feel irreplaceable, baby 'Cause I can't call it You fuck with other niggas, I won't even bother Young poppa, tell 'em who taught you Let me put my stamp on it, let me crop all them other niggas Out the picture, I say fuck them other niggas Won't you say it with me? My homeboy left the crib to me, baby, you should stay with me For as long as I'm here, baby that's okay with me For as long you want, baby that's okay with me For as long you want, baby that's okay with me How does it sound? Sound, fuck it girl Come spend the night with me Say whatever, just don't lie to me Stepping out, know I want you on the side of me Mama, you could come work, full-time with me Roll through in the Beamer, get inside 'Til the wheels fall off, that's how long you can ride with me Yeah, that's word to Stephen Garrett Come ride with me Say it one more time for you These are things I gotta say to you Make me feel irreplaceable