You need a future daddy
Give me my petter pan
When i hit the club it will be me an my conceited friend
Been signing autographs
Since like a quarter past
Im in the hallway, dont need no hall pass
If i eat it then everybody gonna order that
Everything i do these bitches wishin they'da thought of that
Im a indian giver i want the quarter back
If hip hop was dead ,bitch i just brought her back
Take it to the off
Ima take it take it off

Ima take it to the club
Then ima take it to the log
Ima take it to my n***as , ima take it to the boss
Ima giggle it giggle it
Bakin soda soft
Ima put it in ya face , ima pt it in ya braids
The way i make it pop, you can put me in the space
Make it rain as a ten thousand dollar day
Poppin like champaign on a holiday