[INTRO: Payroll Giovanni]
4-1
I had a date with this one chick
(One chick)
She was so cold
(She was so cold)
Damn, she was so cold
Sophisticated
Carried herself so grown
I was behind tits
Smelling good, it's so [?]

I like a girl with some mystery to her
Keep it tight
She ain't got a lot of history to her
(No)
Get in bed
Then I'm gone give a victory to her
She bought a business
Owed a business
I'm stickin' it to her
(Yea)
I hope at the finish, you let me hit it
I'm pretty sure, right after Moris
I was scorin'
I'm being patient
But dreaming 'bout you dreaming naked
(Yup)
Playin' it smoove, though
You will never catch me being anxious
(Never)
She couldn't take it
Couldn't resist the temptation
(Yea)
But pretty soon we was the changer
Fuck faces
But real n***as girls become the biggest freaks
She was quiet
Now, I got her by these thousand count sheets

[HOOK:]
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She won't probably never guess it
Cause it's only 'round me!

She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She won't probably never guess it
Cause it's only 'round me!

[Verse 1: Big Quis]
(Biq Quis)
Baby girl, I'm on the way
Tell yo' n***a to scram
I'm the back shot God
But you know who I am
I'm 'bout to fuck you like a champ today
I'm aiming some weedies
But before I do my thing, boo
You gone have to please me
Get down on yo' knees, sweetie
And use your head wisely
I'm a freak, bitch
You can't suck my dick politely

Jack it off
Ooo, spit on it
Make it slimy
But I ain't 'bouta coach you, baby
I ain't Pat Riley
I was kinda' mad
Cause she say she ain't swallow
So, I bust on her face
And told her go buy some goggles
Stop bein' so peddy
I know that once I ain't done
Yo' booty wiggle like jelly
I'm 'bout to have me some fun
You told me that you was ready
So, take this dick
Don't you run
She feel it all in her belly
I felt like I'm Tommy Buns
Yea
Tell your friends 'bout me
Let 'em know how I get down
On these thousand count sheets

[Verse 2: Dre Armany]
BYLUG, baby
Doughboy Dre
Thousand count sheets
Same pillows
Don't it feel good?
To be wit' a n***a that made it out the damn hood
You smellin' so good
Pink Bottle by Nine
And when I'm all alone
That pussy be on my mind

If I don't grind
I don't shine
I don't eat, baby
(I'on eat)
I'm a boss
Westside
I'm from the D, baby

He from the suburbs
I want actions, no verbs
I beat that pussy like a punching bag
It be no words
I'm a real n***a
I be smooth like a Cadillac

Grabbin' on yo' titties
Pull your hair
Hit it from the back
I know you like that
I seen your Instagram post
I got bread, no wonder, baby
No toast

Just rubber bands
Pocket full of big faces
And your momma' talkin' down
Sayin', he dangerous
But I'm famous like Big Sean
(Finally famous)
Girl, just hit this dime
Big booty
One of a kind
BYLUG

[HOOK:]
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She won't probably never guess it
Cause it's only 'round me!

She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She a beast in them thousand count sheets
She won't probably never guess it
Cause it's only 'round me!

[OUTRO:]
Baby girl, you so fine
I love the way you shine
Let's smoke on some weed
Then sip on some wine
A little foreplay
I see me hittin' it from behind
Gentle and rough at the same damn time

Eat the pussy up
Gotcho' ass mesmerized
Legs, touch your head
While I'm grabbin' on your thighs
This between you and me
Girl, you a beast in these thousand counted sheets
Thousand counted sheets
Aye hey
I'm a boss
Aye hey
Thousand counted sheets
She know that I'm a boss