(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Press one button, now the roof gone These dudes be bitches like Mulan Gettin' more bread than a crouton I'm swimming in the pussy like Dewgong My bitch be hotter than Tucson Still rich, but I'm fucking on futons Strap stay with me like it's glued on Just seen your bitch sellin' pussy on Groupon I'm fresh to death but I'm wildin' I tell the bitch to be quiet I keep my cell phone on silent for when the hoes send pics of they privates Shit, we're doin' drugs like it's the 80's Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team Why your mama wanna have my babies? 'Cause I'm bringing sexy back like J.T. (Woo!) I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh) Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played I done curved more bitches than a squat rack Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track Lost a couple M's, Imma make it right back She wan' fuck, gotta hit her with a contract Yeah, she got the thighs like Mewtwo but a face like Drowzee Imma pass on that hoe like Rowley Imma still go and get me that mouth-y Hit it once, now it got me feeling lowsy Ugh, tryna stimulate the census, fuck her five times Enough money to last a couple lifetimes Fucking bitches while I'm filming in my downtime I'm all up in her guts, feeling like an enzyme Ay, ay, that pussy bald, Imma Make-A-Wish Ay, these boys are starving, come and grab a dish Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad Me and yo' mama, go picture that Bitch, look at me, I'm your richer dad Ay, throw it back, make it clap, throw it back Throw it back, make it clap, throw it back I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh) Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played Yuh, I made a bag off the net like iCarly Off the top I spit, I'm Jeff Hardy Play girls like Barbies Got white boys talking like "Dude, gnarly" Back inside this bitch, I never left though She gon' suck my dick, until she strep throat Right inside your bitch, and then I left though Said I'm gon' be broke, you wanna bet though? Get, get, get, get along Just passed third base, now we headed home Like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on Imma do the deed like I'm Doug Dimmadome Make another hit, reloading Give your girl the Heimlich, she choking Said I loved the bitch, I'm joking Tell me why I just started stroking? (What the fuck?) Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad Me and yo' mama, go picture that Bitch, look at me, I'm your richer dad Ay, throw it back, make it clap, throw it back Throw it back, make it clap, throw it back I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh) Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played