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She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
Starvin' for dough, had it bad, got addicted to the cash
Cameras on every phone, got 'em addicted to the flash
Picture it. I was last, hustlin' glass by the gram
Now I'm handing autographs out, jamming' with my fans
Badda boom, badda bam. I'm 'bout to bought the lamb
Brought the dreams and the hopes. Built a team and popped a brand
Got receipts, I'm the man. I peeped the problem and
Brought solutions out of Houston, executin' all my plans
Body suits for scuba, she wanna do me in Aruba
But you wouldn't believe me until you've seen me on tour
Who in their right mind would think you get to chosen' from snoozin'
She both, wanna be a model and not be with a loser
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
This that type of song that makes you get your cake up
Wake up chasing' paper ain't no way I take a pay cut
This one's for Texas. We've got models, with no makeup
Poppin' bottles, you've gotta ball to make her lay up
That ass' on the leather with astoundin' hips
That 'lac an automatic but she found the stick
Another down south hit. The sound' so lit
Tropical storm flooded, look at the down south drip
(Aye)
Look. I'm on my Chad B. groove