Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah) Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh) A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah) And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woh)
Yeah, the kid been makin' these mami's, yell "papacita" Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater But ma' I ain't the type to love ya I'm a triflin', good for nothin', type a brother This cute face'll make your wife smile And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles And we both rent out playa Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa y'all seen my rings borders It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water 'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah) 'be's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh) 'O's for the ounces that I got (say what) That we blow everday, know why, why not?
Right now you probably like me, but Later on you gonna love me and Right now you probably want me, but Later on you gonna need me and (yeah) Right now you don't like me, but Later on you gonna hate me (what) And I just got to do it Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my thing
It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too The five plus one, sittin' on ten times two Shorty when I'm through I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too It's so funny how I suit the women They know I'm still spendin' show money from "Superwoman" They like "where'd he get those twenties?" And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man" All I say to the heffers is "Jesus" Keep swallowin' my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces I know you want to sip Proof And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room Just to get, in and out of your womb And the rocks in mine glare, somethin' like Times Square Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where?)
Fab's hard to be found But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce I started out, gettin' hard by the ounce No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts The way I make 'em nod to the bounce Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts This playa make 'em scream a scheme My closest look like I keep gettin' traded from team to team Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin Look easy Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners Even chickens want to cluck outside And mami can't stop eyein' And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin'!"
Say what, say what, uh huh You don't need us, huh? I see you comin' back to her Like that, with the two-step Fabolos, we out