J. Holiday - Take It Off lyrics

You need a future daddy Give me my petter pan When i hit the club it will be me an my conceited friend Been signing autographs Since like a quarter past Im in the hallway, dont need no hall pa** If i eat it then everybody gonna order that Everything i do these b**hes wishin they'da thought of that Im a indian giver i want the quarter back If hip hop was dead ,b**h i just brought her back Take it to the off Ima take it take it off Ima take it to the club Then ima take it to the log Ima take it to my n***as , ima take it to the boss Ima giggle it giggle it Bakin soda soft Ima put it in ya face , ima pt it in ya braids The way i make it pop, you can put me in the space Make it rain as a ten thousand dollar day Poppin like champaign on a holiday