Bring bread if you want to get with me All I want to do is dig up in them kidneys Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business Before he get up in the trunk of my Bentley I don't set up a boss, he can't hit me He ain't got on the paper to deal with me Baby girl, I want a two-step with me Turn around, put that ass up against me Roll up, mama, I got ten cents Hit it tonight, tomorrow you in history All you haters with that whole shit miss me I stay scrapped, security, don't freeze me Send it off to this motherfuckin' empty I turn around, do the same shit next week, come on Like your ass had the hiccups Like we was riding in my pickup When you feel so sad, baby girl, you need to chill up I got the real deal, it's you on me, the you on you The you on me, the me on you, the you on her The her on me, the her on you, the y'all on me The me on y'all, the y'all on me, when I shave to her When I shave to her Ooh, there she go, just what the doc's been looking for She just what I need, like a Chinese, like some young ho I got a bungalow, we can disappear for a week or so Yeah, I got a stadium flow, Super Bowl with it like I'm Thanjio Yes, congratulations, wanna be getting an invitation Sorry, I'm so demanding, you can see the dancing from back at the mansion And ain't this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem I kill me, just like you from the back, you'll see Like your ass had the hiccups Like we was riding in my pickup When you feel so sad, baby girl, you need to chill up I got the real deal, it's you on me, the you on you The you on me, the me on you, the you on her The her on me, the her on you, the y'all on me The her on y'all, the y'all on me, and I shave to her And I shave to her Hold up, hell no, like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers In the club, I drink it up, drink it up Got Patron sipping in my cup, that's your man, I bet I can make him love When he sees the jugs, he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt Big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs thick like ribs on a truck Take me to the crib, yup, we gon' fuck I don't hate to do much to make you get it Some young ho, she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars, they making beauty parlors I pop collars, c-c-c-collars I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles And like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow Like your ass had the hiccups Like we was riding in my pickup When you feel so sad, baby girl, you need to chill up I got the real deal, it's you on me, the you on you The you on me, the me on you, the you on her The her on me, the her on you, the y'all on me The me on y'all, the y'all on me When I say twerk, when I say drink When I say twerk, when I say drink