(Ah) I know that she want 4s
She want me to hit from the back
I could tell 'cause she got on all fours
Who woulda known I would make this music and it would open up doors?
I roll up this spliff with this tangerine pack
No, bitch, I do not sip Coors
I could tell she was freaky when the room was taken
And she still wanted to go fuck on the floor
And my shooter keep a big MAC
Like he work at McDonald's and he clean up the floors
And I keep a couple of bands
So when I walk in the mall I can clean out the stores
Yo' bitch on me, she want some dick
Yeah, she want Gib Galore
I'll pass Snooki
I don't want no bitch from Jersey Shore
Show me your boobies
I might go fuck that bitch while I'm on tour
She wanna make a movie
But I can't do it, bitch, I gotta go watch four
I just wish she woulda stuck around so I coulda shown her what's in store
Bitch, I'm no rookie, I'm a vet'
She wanna fuck, I replied "Bet"
When I shoot, I hit all net
Touch down in New York like I'm a Met
She want me to beat it when we met
I'm trapped in her love like a web
We can't talk, bitch, I'm not Ted
All my friends hate him, he Ned
Bitch, come give me head
Boy want smoke, he gettin' lead
Fettuccine alfredo, I'm stayin' fed
That boy is a pig, he stay with the feds
Just got a new crib size of the shed
Like, I'm being serious, I could only fit my bed
And a couple bitches in here to give me head
But it's OK 'cause I'm stackin' my bread
I stay with my dawgs like a park
That boy want fake smoke, we don't LARP
I'll pop his shit just like a Pop Tart (Ah)
That boy the police, he look like Paul Blart
And I'm rollin' up pure beauty, bitch, I do not smoke carts
Boy, you ain't no man
Like Lil Wop, you sweet like SweeTarts
And you knew that ain't real Louis, you got that from the flea mart
(Ah) I know that she want 4s
She want me to hit from the back
I could tell 'cause she got on all fours
Who woulda known I would make this music and it would open up doors?
I roll up this spliff with this tangerine pack
No, bitch, I do not sip Coors
I could tell she was freaky when the room was taken
And she still wanted to go fuck on the floor
And my shooter keep a big MAC
Like he work at McDonald's and he clean up the floors
And I keep a couple of bands
So when I walk in the mall I can clean out the stores
Yo' bitch on me, she want some dick
Yeah, she want Gib Galore
I'll pass Snooki
I don't want no bitch from Jersey Shore
Show me your boobies
I might go fuck that bitch while I'm on tour
She wanna make a movie
But I can't do it, bitch, I gotta go watch four
I just wish she woulda stuck around so I coulda shown her what's in store
Bitch, I'm no rookie, I'm a vet'
She wanna fuck, I replied "Bet"
When I shoot, I hit all net
Touch down in New York like I'm a Met
She want me to beat it when we met
I'm trapped in her love like a web
We can't talk, bitch, I'm not Ted
All my friends hate him, he Ned
Bitch, come give me head
Boy want smoke, he gettin' lead
Fettuccine alfredo, I'm stayin' fed
That boy is a pig, he stay with the feds
Just got a new crib size of the shed
Like, I'm being serious, I could only fit my bed
And a couple bitches in here to give me head
But it's OK 'cause I'm stackin' my bread
♪
(And I got scared!)