Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey Songz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Zaytoven, Zaytoven)
Yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey
Trigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hunnid
(Bags)
I just out here lookin' for a freak-freak, freak
Freak-freak, freak
Hunnid bags when I'm walkin' out the mall
(Uh-huh)
Hunnid bags when I'm walkin' out the mall
(Yeah)
She said, "Daddy, can you show me how to ball?"
Go
(Go)
Hunnid bags when I'm walkin' out the mall
(Out the mall)
She said, "Daddy, can you show me how to ball?"
(Show me how to ball)
She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flip-flops
(Flip-flops)
Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch
(Wristwatch)
Four Seasons, one pitstop
(Pitstop)
Throat leakin' all drip drop
(Drip drop)
Tell your **** take a hike pull them panties to the side
To the left, to the right, show you right
That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like
(Shit I like)
Yeah, I like, do that shit I like
(Shit I like, shit I like)
Tory
And I can make it drippy as you like
(Drip, drip)
You got this way of doin' what you like
(Skrrt)
Pull up outside, yeah, I might
Love it when you suck it, lowkey, like it when you bite
(Yeah)
You keep doin' good and I'ma do you in Dubai
Fuck it, cop a ticket, have you flyin' through the sky
(Sky)
Diamonds on my wristwatch, it don't tick tock
(Tock)
Sellin' dope to get this, you gon' need a big block
(Block)
She ain't top ten, she can't get the liplock
But she bad enough to stuff it in the Ziploc
(Brrr)
Put it on the side, I didn't notice
Know you got that flower bomb like a lotus
(Yeah-yeah)
(Uh)
You about that action, yeah, I know but can you get it from the tip top?
(Hey, hey)
Head in my flip-flops
Hunnid bags when I'm walkin' out the mall
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
She said, "Daddy, can you show me how to ball?"
(Show me how to ball)
(Yeah-yeah)
She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flip-flops
(Yeah)
(Ooh-ooh)
Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch
(Wristwatch)
Four Seasons, one pitstop
(Yeah-yeah)
Throat leakin' all drip drop
(Yeah-yeah)
Tell your **** take a hike pull them panties to the side
To the left, to the right, show you right
(To the right)
That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like
(Shit I like)
Yeah, I like, do that shit I like
(Shit I like, shit I like)
Baby, you the realest one after all
(After all)
I know what your body sayin', we don't have to talk
(Nah, nah)
Doorman know your name, he don't have to call
(Ring, yeah)
Focus on your brain with no Adderall
(Huh)
I be runnin' through your lane like it's basketball
(Ballin')
When I knock your body down, don't you waterfall
(Splat)
Take out the nose bleeds, put you where you s'posed to be
(Yeah)
Girl, you been so far away, I just need you close to me
(Yeah)
If my name on that thing, everybody know it's me
(Yeah)
I can't even roll in peace, everybody know it's me
Jesus Piece, Rosary, I could see heavenly
Getcha bustin' like heavy artillery
And it's music to my ears, auxillary
(Gimme the aux)
Put your legs in the air if you feelin' me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Hunnid bags when I'm walkin' out the mall
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Out the mall)
She said, "Daddy, can you show me how to ball?"
(Show me how to ball)
(Yeah-yeah)
She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flip-flops
(Flip-flops)
Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch
(Hey-hey)
Four Seasons, one pitstop
(Skank)
Throat leakin' all drip drop
(Drip drop)
Tell your **** take a hike pull them panties to the side
To the left, to the right, show you right
That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like
(Shit I like)
Yeah, I like, do that shit I like
(Shit I like)
(Shit I like)
(Shit I like)
(Shit I like)...
Written by: Daystar Peterson, Jr Mu, Tremaine Neverson, Xavier Dotson


