Thought you work and make you holla when I put this thing up on you I felt it, I shook one of you're fuckin' with a big boy Half a gram and only every time I hit the corner She say she wanna do doubles with me and the white boy She into makin' dollars and runnin' through all the models And poppin' them champagne bottles and buyin' the whole bar She don't want no autograph, she don't want no CD She just wanna have sex with a superstar I'm a goddamn dog and believe you me It's real warm in between my sheets I can make you scream, just believe in me Fuck all this talk and, girl, follow me It's your world, just follow me girl, let's go somewhere, get some privacy, girl Baby, let me lead, just follow me, girl, down these halls is my dressing room So, come on, just follow me, girl, 'cause tonight you're gonna meet all the stars Just read that sign at the door; no drawers, no panties, no bras I see you at the front row, every show Singing every word, there ain't one song you ain't know Followin' our bus from New Orleans to Orlando All the way to St. Louis and back up to Chicago Everywhere we go, every lobby of every hotel Never fails, come rain, hail, sleet, or snow It's twenty below, there she goes, standin' in the cold Hardly any clothes; a groupie, thirty years-old Every afterparty, just hopin' one of us will show First come, first serve, off to the room you go From city to city you can watch your reputation grow Then you wanna know why you're treated like a ho But tonight it's your world It's your world, just follow me girl, let's go somewhere, get some privacy, girl Baby, let me lead, just follow me, girl, down these halls is my dressing room So, come on, just follow me, girl, 'cause tonight you're gonna meet all the stars Just read that sign at the door; no drawers, no panties, no bras She follows me, well, that girl, she follows Where I go, she follows, everywhere that I go Where I go, she follows, where I go, she follows She's out of them streets Where I go, she follows, where I go, she follows I bet her man don't know Where I go, she follows, where I go, she follows That nigga lock the door, yes, he di But he didn't lock the windows Where I go, she follows, where I go, she follows She told me I was tighter, tighter, tighter, than I ever, ever was And she didn't even catch the show Where I go, she follows, where I go, she follows I can make you famous, I can let you meet Dre All you gotta do is just follow me down this hallway I can take you backstage, I can take you to the front You can take your pic, girl, you can meet anyone you want Tonight, this is your world, let me know what's on your mind I'll tell you what's on mine, don't think I don't know your kind You're looking for Fifty, you can't find Fifty So you wanna leave with me, if you can't get me You'll settle for Obie, if you can't find Obie Where's Banks and Buck at? But they've already fucked that They ain't tryna mess with you, you got no one left to screw Oh, wait, let me point you to Bizarre's dressing room (Oh! Oh!) What would you do for a backstage pass, all access? Would you give all access to that ass? Would you let us pass around that pussy? I don't wanna come across as pushy, but see, I just had to ask, 'cause It's your world, just follow me girl, let's go somewhere, get some privacy, girl Baby, let me lead, just follow me, girl, down these halls is my dressing room So, come on, just follow me, girl, 'cause tonight you're gonna meet all the stars Just read that sign at the door; no drawers, no panties, no bras