| Uh | |
| Now look in the mirror | |
| Tell me what you see | |
| It's the bombdiggy dogg baby, wha | |
| (We rubbin tonight) | |
| (We be lovin tonight) | |
| I remember seein u in spaghetti straps | |
| Napsack held up by yo ass back | |
| When I seen it, I was like DAMN! | |
| Girl, do you have a man? | |
| Body looked like it was wrapped in saran | |
| Hear me | |
| Told me no, I was kind of surprise | |
| Really | |
| Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' | |
| See the walk you were walkin, open my eyes | |
| And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs | |
| But there ain't nothing wrong | |
| 'Cause we both grown | |
| Hitting in morning til we strong grown | |
| And we strong moan and waking up the block | |
| And getting all confused, not sure if im your boyfriend | |
| Don't dwell on these minor details | |
| Let's cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails | |
| We could rock on, and cruise on | |
| Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong | |
| Shit's on, oh girl | |
| CHORUS (Saukrates) | |
| You frontin like I ain't 'bout to knock it (mm mm) | |
| I got a rocket in my pocket (mm mm) | |
| Two tickets to your ecstacy | |
| And one for this chick standing next to me | |
| If she with it, shit I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) | |
| Baby is u wit it (is you wit it, you know i'm wit it, wit it) | |
| I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) | |
| I'mma hit it | |
| See I was peeping your style | |
| You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand | |
| Now baby doll these people, notice who you are | |
| So they ready try to score | |
| Pulling out their bill folds, buyin red rose to give you | |
| I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes | |
| I see your eyes movin in stealth mode | |
| But then you realize, oh shit it's Chocs on the side | |
| She movin to my side, and when she walks she glides | |
| Body looking strong like Cadillac designs | |
| She moves close, her finger running up my elbow | |
| And then invites me to her humble abode | |
| Check it, | |
| Now before I get it, first she walks around nekkid | |
| Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish | |
| How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested | |
| She's hefty breasted, movements fuel injected | |
| She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan | |
| I be closing every night and take it straight to the dome | |
| So we could rule the world or you could stay at home | |
| But tonight she be ready to bone, it's on | |
| Oh boy | |
| (CHORUS) | |
| See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes | |
| And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty | |
| Like the sex messy and ready to go | |
| And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) | |
| And not afraid to peel off the thong | |
| And not afraid to take it straight to the dome | |
| And for my dogs that make laws and cruise offshore | |
| With five in the pocket, or drop shitty cars | |
| For when it comes to strokes, bring beatness to Mars? | |
| And take no crumb cake to clear out the bars | |
| Watch yourself girl when you're playing it close | |
| 'Cause you'll get the strokes and then we're ghost | |
| It's on | |
| (CHORUS 2x) |
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