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Ayy, ayy, hey, ayy, buddy, ayy
She got a shape of a bottle
Exotic lil' baby, I think she a model
Designer you, baby, Balenci' your body
I'm wellin' you and I don't think you acknowledge
I'm hittin' the gas, I don't care 'bout the mileage
She ridin' me, baby, I tap on her throttle
And I just want Cuban links up on my body
And I just want Forgiatos when I ride it, and I
She love the Gucci and Prada
My foot on they neck like a shirt on a collar
You mention my name, better be 'bout a dollar
I stay with that stick like I'm Harry and Potter
You cut that bitch off, so don't worry about it
I bossed her up, gotta bury your mileage
Gucci and Prada, she wearin' red bottoms
I want me some head, I'mma marry a scholar
She rock Dior with the Fendi, she always look pretty
I think that I married a stylist
BBL, touch on her gently, she ride like a Bentley
I think that I married her body
Ayy, I got ninety-nine problems, but bitches ain't one
The dick in her throat, make her cum from her lung
Put my thumb in her butt, beat her ass like a drum
This position right here, you'll be havin' my son, yeah
Bitch, I'm already numb to cold
I like her body, but I told her we can have bitches in multiples
Threesome got you fantasizing
I'm readin' your body, know you gettin' comfortable
Ooh, now you sayin' I'm one of the greatest
She rockin' Amiris, keep her in the latest
I'm countin' the money, she like when I break it down
She love a big stepper, I pop it, Stojaković
And I run my whole squad like I'm Popovich (hey, ah)
Take me a solid ho over a poppin' bitch
Just in case you go broke and they hoppin' dick
I get more head than a bald net
She eat me up, I'm an omelette
I'm 'bout my coin like I'm Sonic
All this bread got my neck and my arms lit
And I'm spinnin', eeny, meeny, any model, pick a model
Really we the hottest in the town