[Intro]
(Who that, Trell?)

[Chorus]
I like the way that your body look when you hop out that big body with me
And I like the way that that money look when I thumb through it, them hundreds is all that I see
She actin' all shy, on the low, she a freak
She a freaky-ass ho on the low
We do what we do and don't nobody know
She be in the crowd at my show

[Verse]
She a fan, but I think I like her
I got a ceiling fan for them n***as who don't like us
Shootin' like I'm at a basketball tryout
He wanna be SOS, gotta tryout
That boy ain't make the cut, he threw in the towel
His ho tryna choose 'cause we up right now
Both feet on the gas, it ain't no way to slow down
I get new money every time I'm out of town
She tryna kick, I ain't got no time
That money be clutch every time
Got pressure on your chest, say what's on your mind
I make it look easy like I don't be trying
Them n***as switched sides at the perfect time
I was talkin' to God, he sent me a sign
He told me them n***as ain't wanna see me shine
Them n***as can't do what I do, but they trying
[Chorus]
I like the way that your body look when you hop out that big body with me
And I like the way that that money look when I thumb through it, them hundreds is all that I see
She actin' all shy, on the low, she a freak
She a freaky-ass ho on the low
We do what we do and don't nobody know
She be in the crowd at my show
I like the way that your body look when you hop out that big body with me
And I like the way that that money look when I thumb through it, them hundreds is all that I see
She actin' all shy, on the low, she a freak
She a freaky-ass ho on the low
We do what we do and don't nobody know
She be in the crowd at my show