Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Vocals
PnB Rock
PnB Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Allen
Rakim Allen
Songwriter
Jason Jamal Jackson
Jason Jamal Jackson
Songwriter
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Ohh, mmm
Ohh, oh yeah
[Verse 2]
No make up on, in her pink panties
I'ma beat that thing down, baby, don't panic
Smelling cookies and cologne, she get so nasty
"Can I hit it?", she say, "Baby you ain't gotta ask me"
Just don't tell nobody
I won't tell nobody
Would you suck it if I eat it on the seat? We Posturepedic
Can I hit you on the camera while you watch it on my TV?
Would you love me if I fuck you till you're numb?
Soon as I arrive, I make you cum
'Fore we leave, I make her run
I'm a **** from the slums
No mixtape, burn with the drum
I won't give a basic bitch no crumbs
[Verse 3]
If I met you in the projects, would you set me up?
Let them people know I'm 'round you just to wet me up
She like, ****, be for real, they won't mess with us
You took me to the telly, put this on and F it up
Project music got her shaking all that ass
She wanna fuck, but she don't know if I got cash yet
She sent the number but she never sent the address
The total package like this prison and she Access
[Verse 4]
You should let a real **** beat that thang down
I be busy getting rich, yeah, I don't hang out
You won't meet another **** with the same style
I'm a beast on these beats and I'm banged out
You should let a real **** beat that thang down
I be busy getting rich, I don't hang out
You won't meet another **** with the same style
I'm a beast on these beats and I'm banged out
[Verse 5]
Ooh, ooh
I'm a beast on these beats and I'm banged out
Ooh, ooh
You should let a real **** beat that thang down
[Verse 6]
You should come through and let me put my thang on it
I'ma fuck around and make you tat my name on you
All them other ****, they don't do the same for you
You know me, I don't play no games with you
Put that shit all on my face
I love the way that you taste
I ain't got no time, I can't waste
I just wanna fuck you in my Wraith
Shawty let me fuck you in my Benz, too
Fuck it, girl, you should bring your friends, too
Let me show you what I I'm into
Let me show you what I'm into
Grip on your neck when I hit from the back
I'm going crazy, I'm pulling on tracks
I'm off a perky, I hope you can last
Goin' all night, baby, goin' all night
But we ain't on no makin' love shit
We can get high, catch a vibe, I got drugs, yeah
We can get high, catch a vibe, no cuffing
We can get high, catch a vibe, on some thug shit
[Verse 7]
You should let a real **** beat that thang down
I be busy getting rich, yeah, I don't hang out
You won't meet another **** with the same style
I'm a beast on these beats and I'm banged out
You should let a real **** beat that thang down
I be busy getting rich, I don't hang out
You won't meet another **** with the same style
I'm a beast on these beats and I'm banged out
[Verse 8]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm a beast on these beats and I'm banged out
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You should let a real **** beat that thang
[Verse 9]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, you should let a real **** beat that thang down
Written by: Jason Jackson, Johnny Cash, Rakim Allen
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