Fuck me pretty, fuck the system
Fuck me till i'm fucking dizzy
Fuck you numb for fucking with me
I'm so fucking fucking picky
You know I had the Whitneys Britney's
Keisha's, Lindseys ahh, that flew from Sydney
So many (Girls!) want to fuck with me
But a nigga ain't the same since you know with me
I never do the small talk blasé bla
I been scared to ask shorty for menage a tois
She like damn, do you really love all these broads?
I'm like damn, do you really think all these thoughts
I'm like damn, I'm only really here for that nana
Crept the casa, dapped her papa, then I'm out
Side, sped off like drive-by, said bye bye
Fuck I forgot my laptop like
Girls (What you really want!)
Girls (What you really want!)
Girls (What you really want!)
Girls, girls, girls
If I pull up in Moses' beamer
Turn that (Ou!) to a wide receiver
Yeah you have so much potential
Ohh my gosh, I love the sleepers
When I get bored gotta call me dealer
If I gotta stunt I go bam Margera
Spilled all the wine, almost messed my day up
I don't wanna stunt but these pants Margiela
I know few dudes that tryna fight me, I had a lotta fun with y'all wifeys
For all that shit that shit I did that summer, I know k-karma is bound to bite me
Asking asking all them questions
These days these girls so possessive
One night with me, you too invested
We gotta dead that shit I gave you the best