If the pussy good, hit it two times Don't be talkin' 'bout me or my bitch, right Keep it 100 with my clique, right Came fresh cold out the strip, right Ciroc shots in the air Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

My nigga I’m faded faded faded I’m faded faded faded My nigga I’m faded faded And I don’t give a fuck Ah, young Nino, fuck a bitch in a pea coat Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though I goes deep in that pussy, Dan Marino She

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element New Kung Fu Kenny Ain't nobody

Head down, pussy pussy popping Head down, pussy popping on a handstand On a handstand On my American bandstands Summer-salts, cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel this dick-dick getting out of

Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Shout out to my niggas on the wing though My niggas walk in with it like it's legal They don't even understand my lingo Brr brr, that's the money ringtone I love my money pink and all in singles Baby, bring that pussy this way But don't worry 'bout a