Whew

Whew

HWY(let's go, let's go)

I pick up the B & she whip out a bank

Know what thought, but it is what it ain't

I'm never the problem but I'm not a saint

I'm mixing the hollows I know how to paint

Cause they could pick love but they'd rather choose hate

Could turn in yo lane but lil **** I'm straight

You got no ingredients getting no cake

**** not fucking with me

I come around yeah it come with a fee

Problems ain't nun to me

99 of em can come by the 3's

They want my K-I-D's

Now let me find out you in love with the B

Ain't no little this Capital P

Hmm yeah I switch when I want-want

Best believe if you fucking up **** she gonna tell me what you do and don't-don't

They want visuals **** they want me to get all the shit that I do up on photo

That shit for the police & to me I ain't going like that so you **** gotta hold on

Im trapping & shit I'm just tryna get my roll on

Mmm

Uh-huh

Im fucking this bitch yeah she having some cake

Should see the recoil should see how it shake

Im beating her down til the neighbors awake

Im beating her down like whip outta brakes

She got a kit-kat cause I broke her in place

She squeezing the tube & I gave her the paste

Now I'm back to the cake cause her feelings can wait

Hmm, Uh-huh

I pick up the B & she whip out a bank

Know what thought, but it is what it ain't

I'm never the problem but I'm not a saint

I'm mixing the hollows I know how to paint

Cause they could pick love but they'd rather choose hate

Could turn in yo lane but lil **** I'm straight

You got no ingredients getting no cake

I love me a woman not judging the color

Do I want a latina? A black? Or the other?

She can't play me for sucker I still need a rubber

Excuse me miss can ya garage fit a hummer?

Her head on dumb dumb and today it go dumber

Nirvana but yeah she get hot as the summer

When I touch on her pussy I'm making her stutter (Hmm)

(Okay, uh huh) See the women they always bring bread & the butter

Don't fuck with you **** y'all be undercovers

But that ain't space so I ain't gone speak of it

I come from a era where women you cuff em

Pick you a starting 5 **** then love em

They start to cut up? Hold try-out's and cut em

You **** don't like women yeah y'all like brothas

I pick up the B & she whip out a bank

Know what thought, but it is what it ain't

I'm never the problem but I'm not a saint

I'm mixing the hollows I know how to paint

Cause they could pick love but they'd rather choose hate

Could turn in yo lane but lil **** I'm straight

You got no ingredients getting no cake

Uh-huh

I'm Mr. Beat her back in

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw

Everything I touch playa man