(with Too $hort)
(feat. Tyga)
(with Too $hort)
(feat. Tyga)
[Verse 1: E-40]
I got a sack of that romulan and I'm ready to party
A box of them condoms and a bottle of dark
I'm ready nine milli in case they think I'm a mark
[?] I park and then I head out the lot
Freshly hitted and fitted, from my head to my socks
But she don't wanna s** me, she wanna f** my watch
My diamonds hella noisy, sound like an opera when they sing
Big a** medallion 'round my neck, look like a playground scene
She say 'I like yo bling, I like yo ice'
'How much it cost? ' A few dollars, but f** the price
Got it from selling nasal candy, base rocks, rice
Without the soy sauce, cappers, some sleepless Nikes (Belee dat)
I'm a whale, I'm a top hat
I'm rocking what I see and what I'm looking at
You got the snapback and I ain't talking 'bout the cap
Pretty young thang, like hella pre
[Verse 2: Too Short]
I told her put something s**y on
No bra, little dress, and thong
I'm coming through with that extra long
IPod with the best songs
When I'm horny I don't play b**h
Hit the store and got a bottle of your favourite sh**
I know how to please a woman
Give her what she wants when I'm cuming
I like loading aim
Then I'm up out on the road of game
All these females know my name
Heard I was slanging that golden thang
Too many traps too check
b**hes always wanna have nasty s**
But it's too much cash to get
I never leave empty-handed, ask the b**h
[Verse 3: Tyga]
King guapa, panty dropper
Give a b**h that boom; Chief Rocka
Shock locker, neck boppers, Phantom driver
All white ghost, no opera
Street mobber, rich one to kick like shocka
Riding with a thing on my thing; let it chop her
f** coppers, 'bang bang' at yo partna
We body, you body boys no problem
Sick Wid It, no liers
Admit it, Forty Water, we on fire
Wet p**y, now I'm diving
Full of that drink, now I'm driving
I'm a beast b**h, on ya knees b**h
Off the Hennessey, now we looking for a freak b**h
Like Lil B said, 'I can f** yo b**h'
So I'm a f** yo b**h