Polite - Actin' Fly lyrics

[Chorus: Polite] Damn, shorty, all I said was hi (But it seems you acting fly) Oh, now you wanna talk to me? (When you see me in my ride) [Polite] Yo, b**h, go 'head, all a n***a said was hi All stuck up, shorty why you acting fly? I'm not your average guy, but shorty I made ya With major paper, could of been your savior Too, cute to talk, you too cute to holla back Too cute to dance, what the f** is that, b**h? What, you should of stayed your a** in the crib Be gone, right along with them bad a** kids Damn, ma, I just wanna dance a little bit Grab your hips, rub up on your a** a little bit We can hit the bar, get our bub on Hennessey and Ali', get our thug on, later get our f** on After a show, hit your a** in the bleachers Yo, shorty we can f** right on top of the speakers Huh, so keep acting like your sh** don't stink Keep acting like your p**y ain't pink, b**h, go 'head [Stumik] I don't know why you acting funny In the club, searching for a cat with money One cup, then I'm bagging honey I'm trying to leave this b**h with the baddest bunny n***a, I got my eyes on the chick at the bar But she don't wanna talk unless a n***a's a star She s** me off like a Now & Later Now take off the ring that that coward gave ya, baby I'm in the buns bout an hour later And that sweet thing turned into a sour flavor, b**h Now go 'head with your foul behavior You ain't nothing but a hood b**h, that's out for my paper, baby [Chorus: Polite] Damn, shorty, all I said was hi (But it seems you acting fly) Oh, now you wanna talk to me? (When you see me in my ride) Yo, damn, shorty, all I said was hi (But it seems you acting fly) Yo, could it be the Escalade? (Or the chrome on the SL5) [P.C.] Yo, I get money, I don't gotta shoot hoops to ball Shorty fronting on me, like she too cute to talk I bet I can make her lose her drawers, if she see me outside In the ride, and the roof is off I can care less if you got a man, P.C Never trick b**h, don't be sticking out your hand No trips, we ain't sitting in the sand I ain't spending money on the telly, let me hit it in the van P.I.M.P., you can call me that It ain't a chick that I hit, that ain't call me back You know the pipe game's off the map, might let her get a ride To the telly, but she's walking back [Cigar] Yo, it's too many hoes, close the world to be fronting and sh** Seen the Cadillac truck now you all on my dick In the club seen me balling with chips, go 'head This ain't no hand out, bird, I ain't giving you sh** Shorty think she all that, with ya big a** lips Fake Gucci sneakers on, and those tight a** hips Acting like you don't know who the f** this is Like I won't smash a cooch and pluck ya ribs This is grown man talk, ma, you used to kids See you hanging at the bar where them groupies live You ain't bad enough to cruise in a hooptie six Take your a**, keep walking and sh**, you broke b**h, go 'head [Chorus]