The-Dream - p**y lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Push! Oh boy, she want a dope boy She want to throw bands on her pole dance No test drive on the 2 door She want to stunt with me on her old man Oh God, my IG is like IV to this lifestyle I buy this sh**, take a pic, and you OD on my life files [Verse 2: The Dream] Shawty get it, get it, do it big, do it good Work it like a girl should, work it good, work it good Bring it back, bring it back, tell the DJ bring it back Let me touch it, f** it baby, tell your man he ain't getting it back Shawty is so ratchet, baby I'm so ratchet You so bomb with that, I got to have it I got to have it, like a nine, I got to blast it So fine I got to grab it, she don't mind [Hook: The Dream] I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that p**y I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that p**y I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that p**y I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that p**y (I love it) Now keep that booty rolling like that Keep that p**y poppin like that I'mma keep these bands poppin like that I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that p**y I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that p**y [Verse 3: The Dream] Up in that six hundred, you ain't even seen it Touchin on it, rubbin on it, girl you got me feenin' All about her money and I'm all about my money Million dollar babies plus alimony First a n***a save you (then a n***a crave you) And ain't nobody got time for that So it's best just to pay ya Thirteen cars I don't need nothing else Just this booty on my lap and this gold on my neck [Hook] [Verse 4: Big Sean] The way you do got me very very very happy She stare at me while I'm starin' at it I'm a young s**y a** charismatic-a** Gorgeous face-a** havin a** n***a That she love in her panty hose She need this dick like it's antidote That p**y is a work of art painted by Michelangelo I wake up the p**y in cantaloupe Then she made me f** my appetite f**in so hard, I'mma remember this in the afterlife I tell her slob on my knob Like it's corn on the cob, she keep goin, oh my God And my broad is so bad, I can't hit it from the back All my favorite girls got my initials as tats Finally Famous, she throw this set up like sororities and frats n***as can't tell me sh** but congrats, congrats [Hook] [Outro: The Dream] Pull up to that traffic light, stars bright, wanna touch her Gotta get her to the spot, oh sh**, I might love her Straight up out of med school, could be my baby momma... I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that p**y