[Chorus: Pretty Boy, Foxy Brown]
Baby girl, I'm about to put it on you
Nine inches till I wound you
Pour the Cristal all on you
It's all up to you, so what you gonna do? (Uh)
Tryna Get Me Home to undress me
Na Na so Ill, so you stress me
Six-digit bank account to impress me
It's all up to you now what we gonna do?

[Verse 1: Pretty Boy]
Let's keep it real, baby girl, what the deal?
You tryna Get Me Home cause you watched me peel
Read a bomb like base when he left the deal
So the ice on my hands said it can't be real
But nevertheless, the small-talk people, broads
And they understanding, I'm handling
The Buggy Eye all day with the Jersey place
Fat ass chicks with big tits serve me states
I swerve with no brakes, skinny dipping in lakes
I'm used to do my thing with no mistakes
V.I.P. from the back
I.V.D. B.I.G. and nobody seeing me

[Chorus: Pretty Boy, Foxy Brown]
Put it on you
Nine inches till I wound you
Pour the Cristal all on you
It's all up to you, so what you gonna do? (Uh)
Tryna Get Me Home to undress me
Na Na so Ill, so you stress me
Six-digit bank account to impress me
It's all up to you now what we gonna do?
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
See cha cha, can you handle the Na Na?
Shit, sucking tetas, babe bro, ¿qué pasa?
Lick it, baby, hurt that
C'mon, y'all six-inch cats better get to jerking that
Lameness and claim this
At the five Amorettas, y'all cats' nameless
Come and tame this, this the same chick; Persian limited
Foxy have 'em sick, can't stand in it
Oh oh, look at duke, oh oh!
He tryna flex in a ES, cheap ass Lex'
I despise them broke eyes sizing my thighs
If he dead broke, then it's no chocha!
All I need is a night and a bottle of the red dot
Hit the spot right, you a short shot, why not?
C'mon, all that lame-o game you talking
Players, save that yapping for them chicks' walking
How I, was kinda open on this cat, no lie
At the Ill Na Na drop, he cops the Buggy Eye
You know my style, duke, I'm running with the best heat
In the six drop, straight sucking on your chest, yes
And he laid me flat, had me on my back
First night, bet he came right, can you match that?
Baby, I'mma tax that, you just hit the playback
I want my top drop and my coupe all black (Dig me)
[Chorus: Pretty Boy, Foxy Brown]
Put it on you
Nine inches till I wound you
Pour the Cristal all on you
It's all up to you, so what you gonna do? (Uh)
Tryna Get Me Home to undress me
Na Na so Ill, so you stress me
Six-digit bank account to impress me
It's all up to you now what we gonna do?