Yeah, yeah
Get geeked up off that Wocky, then I blast off (Geek)
Pull up to your house, oh, with my mask off (Mask off)
Shawty, big titties and her ass soft (Oh)
Jump right in that pussy, I'ma cannonball (Ha)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Oh)
Hmm, hmm (Oh), hmm (Oh)
Nobody make a move, bitch, I'm finna pop a move (I'm finna make a—)
Walk right there in the club, bitch, and I still got my tool (Yeah)
Baby fat in Gucci too, and she rock Jimmy Choo
I'm on a 15 Perky, baby, what we finna do?
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Ooh)
Hmm, hmm
Talkin', talkin' down my lovin', bae, don't make a fuss
In a hotel lobby, damn, I'll pack it up (Huh, mm, baby, huh, huh)
Step, step, 765, I'm whippin' it, hmm
Rollie on my wrist is president, 'dent
Freak, freak, I only want the neck, neck, neck, neck (Nothin', nothin', nothin')
Ooh, money feelin' different from the mud (Mm, baby)
Yeah, I been rollin' dice, I'm in the cut (Ooh)
1942, she's drinkin' it (Mm, baby)
Back in my G-Wagon, tryna—
Hmm, hmm (Yeah), hmm, hmm (Oh)
Hmm, hmm , hmm
Ooh
Mm, baby
Ooh
Mm, better take you back with me, mm-mm (Let's go)
Ooh
Mm, better take you—
Ooh
Mm, better take you back with me, mm-mm
Vocals : Lithe/Don Toliver