[Boobonic]
You could turn the mic down a lil` bit
C`mon
[Mr. Man]
M-R Dot M-A-N B Double O B-O-N-I-C (*4X*)
[Boobonic]
Excuse me bitch what`s your name
Couple dollars ain`t it so what`s your game
Known fact cause I`m gettin` the cash
Don`t dance face to face, bitch gimme the ass
I`ll help you out if you had a long day
Dick like, good advice, it could go a long way
Front, cause I knocked cha`ll down
I could remodel homes, I knock walls down
I`m wit all, that shit y`all
Talk about, oh what I don`t hit raw
Naw, hit the floor like a bank hold up
Have I ever loved a chick lemme think, hold up
No, I`m all about the dough
He shouldn`t give a fuck if it`s not your hoe
Oh, that hatin` shit you did, ain`t done us
Playas and we get more head then new hundreds
[Chorus: Pharell Williams]
Please don`t mind, how I pursue
Don`t take it personal girl that`s how thugs do
Let`s get high, sit for a few
And after that let`s go I`m fuckin you
[Mr.]
Yo, let me tell you how I pursue
Spit game in they ear, and it`s proper too
Say we stayin` at the Fount with Blue
I`ma ball every day, spend a grand or two (psyche)
Hit the beach, forget the sheets
Get it down right there, chick touch your feet
Loc roll, that`s so much game
Y`all think y`all know my aim
That`s a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame
And it ain`t got no change
Chick listen up, want dick or what?
Take that, that`s the only thing I`m givin` up
Only sent, it`s the dream that your `gone get
Hit for free, then Boo `gone hit
No they not like M-O dot
I hit, touch base, and ball like White Sox
[Chorus - 2x]
[Boobonic]
Look around dawg, what you see nigga
Whole lotta model bitches then me nigga
Me and Don in a drop and this pearl
With jewels so sick make niggaz wanna hurl
Do it look like I care that`s your girl?
She diggin` me, and love that I`m all the way ferl
You talkin` shit, don`t concern her
If I fuckin` go, hit more bitches than Ike Turner
[Mr.]
I send `em home in the cab to tell
I play `em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (plus)
You gel, heavywear at (and)
Got ice and your bezie wear that
Y`all doozers are strictly losers
We `gone blow bright like bulbs and fuses
Tell your man he better slow his role
Our guns`ll make James Brown lose his soul
[Chorus - 4x]
