[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Oh boy!
She want a dope boy,
She want to throw bands on her pole dance.
No test drive on that two-door,
She want to stunt with me on her old man.
Oh God, my IG's is like IV to this lifestyle,
I buy this shit, 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, fuck it, baby,
Tell your man, he ain't gettin' it back.
Shawty is so ratchet, baby, I'm so ratchet,
You so bomb with that, I gotta have it,
I gotta have it, like a 9 I gotta blast it,
So fine, I gotta grab it, she don't mind.
[Chorus: The-Dream]
I got my left hand on that booty,
Got my right hand on that pussy. [x4]
I love.
Now keep that booty rollin' that,
Keep that pussy poppin' like that,
Imma keep these bands poppin' like that.
I got my left hand on that booty,
Got my right hand on that pussy. [x3]
[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 nigga save you,
Then a nigga grave 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.
[Chorus]
[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 sexy ass charismatic-ass,
Gorgeous face-ass havin' ass nigga.
That she love in her panty hose,
She need this dick like it's antidote.
That pussy is a work of art painted by Michelangelo,
I wake up the pussy in cantaloupe,
Then she made me fuck my appetite,
Fuckin' so hard, I'ma remember this in the afterlife.
I tell her slob on my knob,
Like its corn on the cob,
She keep goin', oh my God!
And my broad is so bad, I can't hit from the back,
All my favorite girls got my initials as tats.
Finally famous, she throw this set up like sororities and frats.
Niggas can't tell me shit but congrats.
B.I.G., Sean Don, nigga.
[Chorus]
[Outro: The-Dream]
Pull up to that traffic light,
Stars bright, wanna touch her,
Gotta get her to the spot,
Oh, shit! I might love her.
Straight up outta med school,
Could be my baby momma.
I got my left hand on that booty,
Got my right hand on that pussy.