[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
I told her to juke something (juke something)
Make it wetter if you want to
You could let us get the keys to the trunk, boo
You could make a hundred G's on your birthday
Girl, you sh**tin' me? It's your first day?
(She pick up the hiccup, she tryna get ready to get all them checks)
Damn girl, why you so fat?
And I know them hoes be hating, baby
(She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks)
Damn, how you get a dumper like that?
Know you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
She got a trunk, she got a wagon
You gotta drive that thing, don't crash it
You gotta whip that thing like a racing horse
Ay man, we ship c**aine then race the Porsches
It's business first, then we play
I f** nothing but actresses, NBA
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Like a torn ACL, n***a we don't play!
I'm in the Panamera whipping around, me and my young b**h
Gold in her mouth, she 19, but she dumb thick (dumb thick)
Hoes pull up, then I'mma punch it
I'm drunk driving on my way to the function (awwwww)
Man f** these n***as, man f** these b**hes
Man if they ain't tryna see you shine
Easy as a shot from the free throw line
Gon' and make a hundred G's one time (awwww)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ay hold me up (hold me up) , hold my cup (hold my cup)
Man that a** so dumb, it might flunk
Ay man, I'm from the clique
I told my bro to roll me a zip man
Catch me out in traffic, you talkin' to the captain
It's Banco (Banco), with four freaks in the Range Rove' (Range Rove')
Nasty but cla**y, a true G
Been training of the money like (choo, choo)
I make bankrolls do the Watusi
I'm a plug n***a, good sushi
And now the bad b**hes wanna get loosey
Been tryna get out of the city
I sprinkled the carpet with hundreds and fiftys
We sipping the Cris til we pissy
She throwing it back like a Frisbee
I'm falling in love with that
So how you get up in the club with that?
Take it back, girl
[Hook]