The girls are talkin' Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya Forget she told me everything about ya But the girls are talkin' Girls talk about the booty too About the way a brother is hangin' too When you didn't

You got the kinda love that's taking me new places Eh, I found a spaceship Eh, I'm on a spaceship Eh, you take me, aya, aya, aya Take me up, get me lost in the night Take me up, take me up, get me lost You take me, aya, aya, aya Three, two, launch (oh oh

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

I ain't worried, I ain't worried Ho, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried Rap game that's mine due time I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried Ho, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy 'Long as my family straight, you know

Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Excuse me, beg your pardon girl Do you have any idea what you startin' girl? You got me tingling, come to me mingling Steppin'

I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high But I'm both right now But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I got so many felonies I

My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay I be on that metal K yay-yay-yay-yay I ain't even got no Medicaid yay-yay-yay-yay I don't even got no Medicaid yay-yay-yay-yay You know, project baby comin' up and shit I

She's a bad mother funker She's a human sex machine She got the power to make you shake your rump Bad mother funker, y'all Release me from this funky spell you got me under I've even been called the eighth wonder of the world Tell 'em y'all I can funk

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I

Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna