[Verse 1: B.o.B] Already got what I rolled up in my left hand Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands This shit I’m on, better than the next strand Than the next strand, better than the next strand She head down, booty poppin’ in a headstand I shine bright, I’ll give your girl a slight tan I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man I don’t even understand why she’d ever want a man If she ever throw it, I’ll catch it like a quarterback Like like a quarterback, that’s an interception You think I give a f-ck? That’s a misconception Oh, what a night… oh, what a night… The roof is on fire – so what, I’m high? Oh, what a night… oh, what a night… Yeah, she a bad bitch, all jokes aside
[Hook: B.o.B] Aye, look at baby over there Wassup? Lil’ mama come here She started talking, but I really couldn’t hear her ‘Til she started dancin’ like she do it in the mirror Like she do it in the mirror Like she do it in the mirror She broke it, bounce, body movin’ like Shakira Like she do it in the mirror I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down All I want you to do is just drop that ass down Drop, drop that ass down… now look back at it
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Whistling Dixie… In middle school I was getting head on a ten-speed Gigolo bloodline, pimping hereditary Black on 28s, it remind me of February Dare you could fuck with me, that would be Nevuary Dead-ass rappers should’ve came with a cemetery I am so cold – nigga like Ben & Jerry Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary My vision blurry, these bitches flirting I’ve been drinking all night, I think my kidney’s hurting (damn) So I close the curtains on the 62 Her ass’ll knock your ass out, you’d better stick and move (true) Chain hang to my ding-a-lang Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-lang To do a threesome, you’ve got to intervene Her legs so sexy when I’m in between
[Hook: B.o.B]
[Verse 2: B.o.B] She do it like she do it in the mirror Be cautious, the booty is bigger than it appear She speed it up and slow it down like she’s switching gears I’m lookin’ for the baddest one here I tell her like do that there, do that there You’ve got to stretch it out, girl, move that there She bent it over and touched her toes when she took that there Like hut-one, hut-two, girl, who back there? Who back there? I’m back there I could take a step back and sip my cognac there Picture-perfect body, that’s a Kodak there Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat stair I’m like oh, what a night… oh, what a night… The roof is on fire – so what, I’m high? I’m like oh, what a night… oh, what a night… That’s a bad bitch, all jokes aside