(introduces song, referances nickle city)
Uh, I'm finna hurt that, bend it over, put that p**y in a dirt nap like oh, seeing shawty work that, gon' drop that real low, drop that real low for me
I swear it looks like you been practicing, I came back to the club just to see that a** again, shawty got it down to a science like my lines is going straight to your sinus. "Brett Michael, I was hoping you could sign this?!" "Well I got management but they ain't really tripping, only 10% of the profit so they ain't really dipping, in the club I'm on my 2-3, wingman pippen. Excuse me miss, but can we skip the bullsh**, I ain't tryna hear 'bout how y'all ex's used to pull sh**, I'm just tryna have you dancing all up on me, said she likes my rap presense, I got Santa all up on me, so the girls be drinking heavy, I got Fanta all up on me and I'm only tryna hit, don't give a damn if you don't call me, matter fact, give my number to your frined's, tell them hit me up, but for now I'm jsut tryna see whats in your cup, come alittle closer girl, what you drinking on? We should get up out of here and show me what you're thinking on, said she got a man, so what's the plan, I told her back it up and dump it, listen to the song, uh
Uh, I'm finna hurt that, bend it over, put that p**y in a dirt nap like oh, seeing shawty work that, gon' drop that real low, drop that real low for me.