[Hook: Ali]
Okay, I gotta conversate with her, make sure that her mind right
First I get my dick s**ed, then hit it from the back right
(First I get that sloppy talk) Turn her to her back side
(Then I put that pimpin' in her) Making sure she act right
That p**y, that p**y, that p**y good
That p**y, that p**y, that p**y good
That p**y, that p**y, that p**y good
That p**y real good, I beat it real good
[Verse 1: Ali]
Me, I'm from the East side, said she from the South side
I don't like drivin' much, told her to visit my side
Have to switch off my location, my house is her destination
Said she had no f**ing ride
So I picked her up from the MARTA station
Damn, she got that fiji p**y
I'm a go fein', I need a p**y
Every other day I feed the p**y
Never ever will I eat the p**y
(Your ho is my ho, you can't cuff her, we share her)
Disrespect her, cross the line, n***a I dare her
Light skinned, long hair or short hair, I don't care
The grocery store, the studio, everywhere I go (it's hoes there)
Chillin' in my ride, with my b**h on the side
Stop talking, s** sumthin', you're f**ing up the vibe
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I've been f**ing all night, I got a hangover
I am so fly, I need a layover
I go in, take your b**h and I walk out
Hit the door and then turn around like
"What you lame n***as talking about?"
You don't f** with me, I don't f** with you
Ferrari Coupe, hot pursuit
Popular and I am proper too
As far as chains I'm rocking two
Jewelry store, I'm coping two
That's one for me, one for me
Don't run from me, like a league
No offense, but a bunch of D
Bunch of weed and a bunch of lean
True Religion, bunch of jeans
Gucci store, bunch of Gs
Turn her hair weave into a murder scene
And I do what I gotta do when I gotta do
When she's with me she won't answer phones
I do make her cum too, make her come through
With no bra and no panties on
[Verse 3: Strap]
That p**y good, that p**y moist, twenty-two, she from Detroit
I beat it up, b-beat it up, in the mirror you can see yourself
First I get that head game, then her girlfriend eat it up
Got a white girl that snort c**aine, me I just stay weeded up
Four girls at one time, I'm a P.I.M.P. boy
She out of sight, she out of mind, R.I.P to Pimp C boy
Face down, a** up, n***a gotta get his cash up
Talk to finesse her, my diamonds come from Alaska
All these hoes want to smash us
We bossed up so we toss 'em up
Heard you charge out about five hundred
n***a, it ain't no cost to us
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Quez]
I just got me a text message on my iPhone, said "I'm coming over"
Yeah, girl, that's cool and all
But you gotta bring me a box of rubbers
"How many you need?" Like one or two
Matter of fact, two is good
I'm a use every last one, cause that p**y is too good
Yeah, I ain't none of them other n***as
Yeah, I'm way above them n***as
She make them n***as drop a couple Gs
Me and my n***as beat and skeet for free
Two Jesus pieces and a Rolly, b**h I'm ballin'
I try to leave that p**y but it keep on calling
Halle Berry called, said stop making me feel good
I said okay girl that p**y real good
[Hook]