Shawty

What? Watch your gal, nigga

'Cause we'll take that bitch, man, for real

Hey!

Tell 'em, Jones

Uh, I got the mama horny, shawty can't get enough

Like when I take it slow, love when I speed it up

Love when I call the phone, like when I pick her up

And put that honey on my honey, then I lick it up

What I'm saying is too much

Let me hit the brakes, pimpin', let me bag it up

Let me gone and get for real

Let me gone and hop out, drop and put the diamonds in my grill

Let me hop inside my car and let me work with grand wheel

I'ma pimp the bitch and she gon' still be by me still

I'm a P-I-M-P, yeah, yeah, I be on 'em threes

Nigga, I'm all 'bout that money, I move with Keith

Bird, what's the word from the city of the serve?

I'm swingin' on the scene, I'm swingin' on the curb

Nigga, I ain't playin', nigga, I'm parlayin'

Every ho on they knees, please believe I ain't prayin'

I know I'm not your man, you're not my girl

I'ma call you my shawty

I can't stand to see you treated bad

I'll beat his ass for my shawty

And we ain't doing nothing that we ain't supposed to do

'Cause you my shawty, oh

Baby girl, you know I'll be home, keep me on the ringtone shawty

Say it to me girl

Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Shawty

Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Shawty, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

Yeah, man, we still up in here, man, puttin' it down, OG Ron C

My nigga Mike Jones put it all up in these hater's face, man

For the 2008, man, what?

They ain't gon' like this shit, man

You got that motherfuckin' phone number back on, man

You know what I'm sayin'? It's going down

Mr. Kayla, man, we up in here, dawg

Puttin' in these boys' eyeballs, man

Let's have some fun up in this booth