[Intro: Lil' Keke]
You know
See, a lot of you n***as is choosy lovers (Yeah)
You wanna be a player in your heart (That's right)
But you can't stand down on no shit like that
Hahaha
Check me out
Say

[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
Crop tops and flip flops; they can't stand it (Stand it)
You know that ass look like somethin' from another planet (Planet)
But yo' bare feet (Feet) won't touch my square feet (Feet)
Unless you runnin' after money like a track meet (Okay)
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
This lil' bitch is pressure; I won't treat her special
Top-notch hoes get the most plus some extra
I'ma break her down if I catch her, stretch her
I like her driveway; she gon' do it my way
She gon' hit the highway, Sunday to Friday (I swear)
Yeah, that money comin'; (Comin') now, them bucks bigger (Bigger)
They say that pussy good but I ain't never touched it, n***a
I'm tryna keep it peak; (Peak) you n***as fuck for free (Free)
She wasn't really 'bout her paper so she wasn't for me
New Bentley, pulled it right up off the fuckin' lot
I take her anywhere in this world, n***a, but not my spot (Yeah)
[Chorus: Z-Ro & Lil' Keke]
I can see you're top-notch (Top notch)
Lookin' sexy in ya crop top (I swear)
But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)
So we ain't goin' back to my spot (Not my spot)
Yeah, I can see you're top-notch (Top notch)
I had to pull up in my drop top (Drop top)
We smokin' 'til it's a hotbox (Woo)
But we (But we) ain't goin' back to my spot

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Yeah, I can think of a whole lotta freaky shit we could do (We could do)
Wanna know if you can do the freaky shit she could do (She could do)
But instead, I'm in here teachin', and I hope I'm reachin' you
Now, get the fuck up and go get money, ho; I believe in you (Get that money, ho)
Ain't no gorilla pimpin' here; won't be no beatin' you
But if you won't be payin' me, then I will not be feedin' you (Starve)
You will not be layin' me, so I will not be needin' you
And before I hit a ho, call up my inner what-would-Jesus-do? (Hallelujah)
Don't interrupt me if I'm diggin' in the big bank bag
Ain't got nothin' to say to your partner if the bitch ain't bad
My n***a Bubba Dug came through; I'm smokin' that this ain't trash
That shit y'all smokin'—yeah, that's cool and all, but this ain't that (Ayy)
Say somethin' 'bout me, she ain't my bitch if the bitch ain't mad (Ayy)
Stop talkin' to her, you trippin' you think the bitch ain't spaz (Ayy)
Can't go with me, but you trippin' if you think the bitch ain't ass (Know that)
Y'all always fuckin' on the ho, and that's why the shit can't last
[Chorus: Z-Ro & Lil' Keke]
I can see you're top-notch (Top notch)
Lookin' sexy in ya crop top (I swear)
But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)
So we ain't goin' back to my spot (Not my spot)
Yeah, I can see you're top-notch (Top notch)
I had to pull up in my drop top (Drop top)
We smokin' 'til it's a hotbox (Woo)
But we (But we) ain't goin' back to my spot