Yuh, press one button now the roof, gone

These dudes be bitches like Mulan

Get more bread than a croutonI′m swimming in the pussy like doogan

My bitch be hotter than Tucson

Still rich, but I'm fucking on futons

Strap stay with me like it′s glued on

Just saw your bitch sellin' pussy on Groupon

I'm fresh to death but I′m wildin′

I tell a bitch to be quiet

I keep my cell phone not silent

For when the hoes send pics of they privates

Shit, we're doin′ drugs like it's the 80′s

Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team

Why your mama wanna have my babies?

'Cause I′m bringing sexy back like JT (Woo!)

I'm makin' these hits like I′m Timberlake (woo-oh)

Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)

She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)

Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin′ played

I done curved more bitches than a squat rack

Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track

Lost a couple M′s, I'm gonna make it right back

She wanna fuck gotta hit her with the contract

Yeah, she got them thighs like Mewtwo but a face like drowsy

I′ma pass on that hoe like Rowley

I'ma still go and get me that mouthy

Hit it once and now it got me feelin′ lowsy, ugh

Try to stick me like the scissors, fuckin' five times

Enough money to last a couple lifetimes

Fuckin' bitches while I′m filling in my downtime

All up in her guts chillin′ like an enzyme

Ay, ay, that pussy bald I'ma make a wish

Ay, these boys is starvin′ come and grab a dish

Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad

Me and yo' momma go picture that

Bitch look at me I′m yo' richer dad

Ay, throw it back, make it clap

Throw it back, throw it back

Make it clap, throw it back

I′m makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh)

Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)

She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)

Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin′ played

Yuh, I made the bag off the net like iCarly

Off the top, I spit, I′m Jeff Hardy

Play girl like Barbies

Got white boys talkin' like dude gnarly

Back inside this bitch, I never left though

She gonna suck my dick until she strep throat

Write inside yo′ bitch and then I left notes

Said I'm gonna be broke, you wanna bet though?

Get, get, get along, just passed third base now we heading home

Like Marvin Gaye, let′s get it on

I'ma do the deed like I′m Doug Dimmadome

Make another hit reloadin'

Give yo' girl the Heimlich she chokin′

Said I love the bitch, I′m jokin'

Tell me why I just started strokin′

What the fuck?

Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad

Me and yo' momma go picture that

Bitch look at me I′m yo' richer dad

Ay, throw it back, make it clap

Throw it back, throw it back

Make it clap, throw it back

I′m makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh)

Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)

She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)

Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin′ played