[Intro: Don Toliver]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
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 Phat and Gucci too, and she rock Jimmy Choo
I'm on a 15 Perky, baby, what we finna do?

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Ooh)
Hmm, hmm

[Verse 2: Lithe]
I could never love you, babe, don't make a fuss
And the hotel lobby, damn, I pack it up
Step, step
765, I'm whipping it, hmm
Rollie on my wrist is president-dent
Freak, freak, I only want the neck, neck, neck, neck
Money feeling different from thе mud
I been rolling dice, I'm in the cut
1942, she drinking up
Back all in thе G Wagon tryna
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hmm, hmm (Yeah), hmm, hmm (Oh)
Hmm, hmm, hmm

[Outro: Lithe & Don Toliver]
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