Man I got bitches on the phone
Hoes down in the basement
Got a product get me down
But the ?, I don't see no faces
Listen, men, they come from mars
Jet hair long, she got the bomb
Getting head down in the dorms
And now you in eastern Illinois, we did a porn
Bitch we sippin' Jägerbombs, on some Texas six street
On my reefer then then they gone
I be chiefin', ain't no secret
Hoes I did 'em like my father do it
Ballin' out, vamono, getting money, ? it
Carmen soft as Charmin, she brought Kesha and Alicia
All these broads they steady calling
We just let 'em off they leashes
We don't sign no leases, cuff em for they even
We just fuck em and delete em, in the mornin' never see em
Then it's right back to the strip, right back to the gold
I said bitch don't give me lip, less it comes with SKOAL
Fifty thousand on the whip, couple hunneds for the clothes
2-3 thousand for the trip so I never pay the ho
I got bitches on the phone
Hoes down in the basement
Got a product get me down
But the ?, I don't see no faces
I step back to vessin in that acura
Immaculate with that spatula
Accurate with that Mac and clip
Might smack a bitch and I live with it
Fall up and I cream south
Wrong field with that green note
Field dropping that seal poppin'
We still coppin', we love this ho
Movin' up on that liquor store
Drop that face on this raw dick
Pocket full of that go getter
Tell the ho to just go with it
Wood grain in that old school
Fuck around and you fuck around
You fuck around I might smoke you
Now your bitch on my dickaling
Got you stretching like Yao Ming
Got more smack than a tambourine
Now everything designer, bitches getting finer
Now your bitch she call my phone
But I don't never pick up
Only if it's money calling
The only way that I pick up
Now your bitch she call my phone
But I would never pick up
Only if it's money calling
The only way that I pick up
I got bitches on the phone
Hoes down in the basement
Got a product get me down
But the ?, I don't see no faces