Letras
Ayy, it's so beautiful when a plan come together
It's your boy MempHitz
You already know what this is
H-U-E-Y (remix)
Bow Weezy
T-Pain
Hitz Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew from local to major (yeah)
My pockets flooded with paper (yeah), born as a Missouri stater (ha)
Mami gon' take it low, if you can then touch your toes
You and your partna them, you can get dollars then (ha)
Trickin' ain't in my blood (nope), but I'ma make it rain
I'm too rich for dollar bills, I consider that as change
Twenty-five's on my Range, know that that's a odd number
The way you tootin' that thang can make the guys wonder (damn)
Of what's underneath ('neath), or even if it's real (real)
I'm hoping she's a freak (freak), 'cause I ain't tryna chill (nah)
I'm tryna get it poppin', with a shortie like mine (okay)
That's willing to drop it low enough to blow my mind (uh)
It's H-U-eezy and Bow Weezy
Let's see if she can get lower than before on the remix (remix)
Toot that thang up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop lock it for me, girl, get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me maybe we can roll (oh)
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Damn, lil' mama, I'm sayin'
Huh, all that in them jeans? Woo
Ayy, ayy, but let me holla at you for a minute though
Hey, what it is? They call me Bow Wizzle (it's me)
Now, pop, lock, drop it for me, make that thang jiggle (yep)
She moves her hips just like Shakira (damn)
If she was in a contest she would be the winner (yup)
From Ohio all the way to St. Louis (uh-huh)