Lyrics
You rock these Timbs and sport Versace
You wanna get with me, money? Please!
You never had it like this, and you never will
But clothes, I know you wanna peel them off
Because they cost about a grand
You know what you never held in your motherfuckin' hands before
Oh yeah, I know you wanna roar
And from the back, we ain't having' none of that
I'll see you later, Mac
Never give you skins, but my booty I will wiggle
Making all my honey, saying, come on, honey, jungle
You, yes, we could do what I got if it's your first
This one's for me, she call me crazy, ey, ey, ey
The kind of chicken you don't fuck, then I fuck it, yeah
Let the booty hang, and I'm never gonna talk it
Call me, you boo, I'll disappear like a ghost
Stunning like a juggernaut, getting his pimp with the most money
The name is Creeps, I get off to the strong
When I'm in your neighbourhood, I'll rob your motherfuckin' country store
Yeah, you wish you could approach
But if you do, got to travel in first never ever in the coach
'Cause I smoke a fat blunt, and I, I sell a roach (oh, oh)
Never give you skins, but my booty I will wiggle
Making all my honey, saying, come on, honey, jungle (oh, oh)
Never give you skins, but my booty I will wiggle
Making all my honey, saying, come on, honey, jungle
You, yes, we could do what I got if it's your first
This one's for me, she call me crazy, ey, ey, ey
I'm not in the mood, she's got no trouble
But I can't be bothered, 'cause my TV is double
Let's take a little nap (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit)
Yeah, I fix the superstars in the house (oh)
The gas to your fever and your fire, I will dance (oh)
Sparking all the flavour, body's always electric (oh)
And I'm so old school, man, you'd think my system's metric (oh)
Didn't let me do it, yeah, if you know what I mean (oh, oh)
(I need) I need money
I'm not a stick-up kid, a secretary
Clap for three a week
Speak to the hand if you can't compete
(I ain't trying to hear that, you talk to the hand)
Bandies and marshals, it's out of the question
Kmart, what? You looking for a deaf son?
After a while, I'm going nowhere
If I found the facts of life, I guess I would be Blair
Who is it about to freak us out?
I take a C, I'm C, I'm replacing with an E
'Cause it's me, all about me and cash money
Then you call me honey, bunny, or whatever you like
I'm just teasing, I really like you for your personality, psyche
When I was a kid, had a crush on Richie Rich
I'd go for the gold like Bruce Jenner, never miss
The mob, the franks, the payloads, pesos
Robbers and poopers, a kneel down, the lake goes up
Yo, I'm Lamborghini 'cause
Audi just ain't good enough
(You're right, we're rockin' on the spot)
(With sticks and rubber and let's see them)