Yeah, yeah...
Let me back it up
I wanna make a movie
I wanna show my ooowie
You wanna eat my—
Let me back it up
I wanna make a movie
I wanna show my ooowie
You wanna eat my coochie?
This ain't like me but tonight it is
Fucked up in the club
Don't care what time it is
Wearing chains that excite the pigs
Stylistic, why she ask if I want wife and kids?
Mind your biz
I need an iPhone app called, "Find a bitch"
I don't mean to sound like a dick
This is how it sounds
When you bound to get rich
I don't mean to sound like a dick
This is how it sounds
When you bound to get rich
Let me back it up
I wanna make a movie
I wanna show my ooowie
You wanna еat my—
Let me back it up
I wanna make a moviе
I wanna show my ooowie
You wanna eat my coochie?
I'm in a mood, feeling rude
Don't give a fuck what I do
I want a hoe — wait, no I don't
Bitch, I want two — you and you
White and black, I'm alright with that
That's the best of worlds
I'm bringing Miley Cyrus back
Heart racing, three shots deep
I need to start chasing
Bar raising, seen me on TV
And now she star gazing
Jaw hanging, asked if me if I got
Some other movies coming up
I told her me and you
Can make something that's R rated
Let me back it up
I wanna make a movie
I wanna show my ooowie
You wanna eat my—
Let me back it up
I wanna make a movie
I wanna show my ooowie
You wanna eat my coochie?
This ain't like me but tonight it is
Fucked up in the club
Don't care what time it is
Wearing chains that excite the pigs
Stylistic — why she ask if I want wife and kids?
Mind your biz
I need an iPhone app called, "Find a bitch"
I don't mean to sound like a dick
This is how it sounds
When you bound to get rich
I don't mean to sound like a dick
This is how it sounds
When you bound to get rich