[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking,
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking.
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign,
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign.
We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie,
I be countin' this money,
You can get freaky while you're rollin' my Cali.
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Fornication in the Fontainebleau,
4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to you,
I could spend it all, then spend a night with you,
But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away.
She a baller, we both shoppin' for the same brands,
Bal Harbour, they all call her by her first name,
I'ma change the bitch last name,
Don't wanna hear stories about your last lame,
We sippin' syrup in the fast lane,
Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date,
I seen a brick in the 9th grade,
Swerve up on a bitch and I might say
[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking,
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking.
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign,
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign.
We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie,
I be countin' this money,
You can get freaky while you're rollin' my Cali.
[Verse 2:]
We turn into the book of thugs,
Slip and slide in the kitchen while you cookin' up,
I eat your pussy while your legs up,
Front to back, side to side, then I blow all in your butt.
She say my life is like a true crime,
One time for Buddy Roe, that nigga still ridin'!
So I fuck her like I'm locked up
For every young soldier that's boxed up.
Homeboy snake, straight fuck nigga,
Then it's time to cut him off, you can't fuck with him,
These bitches like a gift to me,
So I love the pussy that she gives to me.
[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking,
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking.
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign,
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign.
We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie,
I be countin' this money,
You can get freaky while you're rollin' my Cali.
[Verse 3]
She fell in love on the first date,
Know I'm getting' money in the worst way,
I'm the talk at all the barber shops,
And you the one them hoes gossip 'bout.
Fellatio, you know, I keep the pistol in her mouth,
Fuck her with her shoes on all around the house,
Sometimes we talk and we both cry,
Both make mistakes and we both lie.
Had a seizure once driving and she took the wheel,
Flew me to my mom's and she foot the bill,
Type of bitch that I would ride for,
Give or take a bullet, nigga, even die for her.
[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking,
Hey, girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking.
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign,
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign.
We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie,
I be countin' this money,
You can get freaky while you're rollin' my Cali.
Hey, girl,
Hey, girl!
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign,
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign.