[Intro]
Ah say, you ever seen a motherf**ing b**h so bad man, this b**h take all yow attention, off everything you was doing you know what I'm talkin' bout, you fully focused you know what I'm talkin' bout, its time to get in where you fit it you know what I mean, its some of them b**hes out there that can do that to a n***a, yah feel me!
[Hook]
She know how to do it
She know how to do it
She know how to do it
She know how to do it
Now when it come to gettin' money
She know how to do it
If yah trynna play a dummy
She know how to do it
[Verse 1: Don Tee]
Straight up plain and simple
I need a bad b**h with cash b**h
f** a broke roaching ho
A n***a won't settle for no trash b**h
Better get up on yow game
Expecting me to do the same
You can't do nothing for a n***a
Besides give him good brain
Now shawty riding with me
She know how to do it
She can take a whole thang
And run straight thru it
From a half to a whole
From the streets to the pole
Being broke is not a option
When that p**y like gold
Yeah shawty so fine
I wanna hit it nine times
co*k yah leg up on that pillow
While I get up in yah spine
Now say its all mine
Even deeper I'm a dig
Like I'm trying to touch yah heart
Like I'm trying to make a kid
Baby girl hold on
I'm in that real freak zone
If you ain't really bout that life
Then why you edging sh** on
Don Tee and Hurricane
Wally Dre up in this thing
That's certified street fame
In every club they gone sing
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Hurricane Chris]
My name Hurricane Chris
And I started this ratchet sh**
Walking thru the club
Looking for the baddest b**h
Clean as a whistle
Got the kicks that match the fit
And all these hoes be on my dick
Cuz I got fifty on my wrist
You don't stunt like me
I'm in a league of my own
That's probably why yow baby mama
Wanna give me some dome
And when I pull up on chrome
I'm stopping the whole show
She say she love to f** with n***as
That be strictly bout they dough
And when I give her that dick
She holla "give me some mo'"
I told her "baby money calling me so I gotta go"
I'm in that drop top Impala with the 454
Don't tell yah friends we be f**ing
Keep that sh** on the low
Man I be mobbing with my n***as
Cruising thru the city
She steady sending me pictures
Of them s**y a** titties
Told her keep that p**y wet
When I get back it's going down
And if I'm full of that Patron
She know I'm a act a clown
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Wally Dre]
Now when it comes to bad b**hes
My n***a I got plenty
Got desperate house wives
From Atlanta f**ing with me
Got b**hes from Decatur
Pulling capers for the paper
Got a chic out in Jamaica
Show you how to cook a cake up
Got a b**h out of New York
She'll buck fifty yah face up
Got Hollywood model b**hes
Do anything for a lace-front
My interstate shawty
I call her my roadrunner
Do anything that I tell her
Just to make a couple hundreds
But I don't pay hoes
These b**hes just dick hungry
Met a fine cougar b**h
Say her man leave her lonely
I beat that p**y up
Like ole girl stole something
Thinking I'm a pay for it
She got another thing coming
Got a girl form Tijuana
I met at the Bahamas
Met her through her mama
She know how to get them commas
My independent b**hes
They don't need nothing from me
Know how to go out and get it
So they got they own money
[Hook]