(Chorus) This girl is popping like she's in a magazine. One of the finest girls i've ever fucking seen. She plays my music when she's cruzing in her car. She chill with me cause she knows that I'm a star.
These bitches want me for my money, but I can't complain, Cause I get more pussy then half these kids in this rap game. We can get romantic, pop them bottles of some champain. No need to panic, when you sweat, and I'mma make it rain. We get it popping, there aint no stopping of what we about to do. These girls be jocking, but don't trip,they don't got shit on you. I know you want me, quit fronting, what will my friends think of you? Now hollerback, don't dip, I wanna get with you.
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She loves it when I bend it over makes it over makes her touch her shins, Now give it her till she's begging for some oxygen. Pimping all over these hoes,I'm ready, no, There's no stopping me from fucking up this stereo. Now girl, quit fronting, all these Jazzy boys, we do it big. I got stripper poles in the kitchen - licck-licck lick your bread. We don't stop till them snitches are hating up the place. We just lean back, not dipping. We do it big
(Chorus) Oh no, there she go. x8
I think she wants me, so come and get me, you know you wanna be mine. So come find me, my heart is empty, what are you looking to find. She always calls me, I think she needs me. I've been feeling so blind. She can invade me, if you want me. Can't get you outta my mind.