[Chorus]
Pull up with the Bentley with the tint
Tom Fords on like I'm Clark Kent
Rollie on me cost three times ten
If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a

[Verse 1]
What you think I bought the Rollie for?
African diamonds, I'll make her catch the Holy Ghost
I got the bread by the loaf
These bitches see me they start doing the most
Take your bitch out to dinner on the boat
Fuck on your hoe, then I wash out with soap
Lean, n***a, leaning poured up a four
The cookie man at the door with a O
Smoking moonrock, red bottoms, I Moonwalk
Money keep growing like Jack and the Beanstalk
Chopper on my belly, thugging, I'm three-Pac
Fuck on your hoe, then I'll kick her out
Hoodrich, I got diamonds from the mine
She living with you, but that hoe, she really mine
Spent a thirty on my wrist, it's money time
Pack touched down, I'm dancing like Showtime
That ain't your hoe, I got her from lost and found
I'm in Jeffery's, buying Chanel by the pound
[Chorus]
Pull up with the Bentley with the tint
Tom Fords on like I'm Clark Kent
Rollie on me cost three times ten
If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch

[Verse 2]
Can I fuck your hoe? Please, just one time
When I'm through with her, I'ma give her right back
My Hitech poured up, the punch lime
I just had a ice attack
Get the bricks and I let the hood handle that
I got real shotters, shoot a n***a, Mad Max
We just fuck on that hoe, n***a, way back
Anytime I want it, n***a, I can get it back
My bitches cooking up pancakes, flapjacks
Swag come from overseas, n***a, Paris
She a freak, but I heard she got married
Woke up like a dog in the back of the Caravan
Chasing dead guys, ghost, I'm the Pac-Man
Fuck on your hoe from the back with the left hand
Say she want some molly, gave that hoe Santan
Fuck her and walk out the door, I might leave a band
[Chorus]
Pull up with the Bentley with the tint
Tom Fords on like I'm Clark Kent
Rollie on me cost three times ten
If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch
I wanna fuck your bitch, n***a
I wanna fuck your bitch