Ooh, ooh, oohoh Ooh, ooh, ooh

Taking orders of my keeper

What you bothering me for

There's a room full of ****

What you following me for

This ain't no fuckin sing-along

So girl, what you singing for

Bad bitch and I'm all in her guts

Big time but it anit no rush

I been fucking her good, she been screaming and hollering

Damn, just keep on the hush

Got that ice on my neck and she diggin' a ****

Uh-huh, I know she a crush

She done cried and said she done love a young ****

Uh-huh, but I think that's a plus

**** talking that shit on the phone

Up the pole and I'm flashing the chrome

Got a bad bitch all in the cut in the back seat

Dam, she been giving up dome

I be fucking your bitch while your ass up at work

Uh-huh, I be all in your home

Told my momma, when a young **** ever get rich

I'ma pay off the house and the loan

Goddamn, what it be

Popping this in the street

She a bitch on her knees

She been sucking the dick just for free

If you mad, you can leave

Call your friend and she come up to me

He a bitch on the net

If he locked up he coping a plea

All black yea SRT

When I go spin, I go fuck up the street

I'll fuck up my time with a bitch

Yeah, before I go fuck up a beat

And a **** came straight from the bottom yeah

A **** came straight from the feet

Yeah, I like to throw up these fours and shit

But I like to fuck in threes

Yeah, my **** sit back in the backseat with a K in his lap

If a **** run up wrong, we don't pray for him, yeah he taking a nap

**** said he got hoes up in the phone

But I know the **** be cap

Hope he don't talk wrong to the gang

Or he getting took off the map

Yeah, I know I'm Christian

But I go slide in a demon

When she text my phone yeah

Boy, I know she feening

If I fuck your girl

I ain't even mean it

I'm trying to stack up all this cash

Boy I'm steady scheming

Yeah, got a big body lamb truck

That shit like a bus

I got too many hoes

But I don't like to fuss

Yeah, she think that shit was love

But I think it was lust

Yeah, I like to take my time, baby I don't like to rush

Baby, why rush it nah, I don't like speeding up

I'ma call your ass lil punching bag, I like to beat it up

I done ran it up too much for ****, I don't think they keeping up

And I'm so deep inside her stomach, boy she feel it in her gut, uh

Taking orders of my keeper

What you bothering me for

There's a room full of ****

What you following me for

This ain't no fuckin sing-along

So girl, what you singing for