Watch my floors fo' sho', hock up the kitchen Suck me dry, let's get high, then wash the dishes You get three wishes if you're cute and ambitious Like Tisha and Denisha, boy
clique got to get his grip And in my world a girl is considered a bitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doin' what'cha s'posed to so you
the colors, all the colors in my chain Shawty, see the diamonds, all the diamonds in my ring I could get you, I could get you, get you anything Cha-ching
how to keep a secret You can get it fo' sure Just make sure you get enough 'Cause you can't get it no more Come and ride out wit cha boy (Wit cha boy
What's happenin'? Hey, dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik! What's up 40? What's happenin'? What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'? Hey, now ladies and gentlemen
yo wassup, this is Kells (Hello, hello) Im not in right now (Hello, hello) Leave your name and number at the beep (Hello, hello) I'll get with cha (PICK
incomprehensible]) East Coast feel me (Uh) West Coast feel me (Whoop) Boy, I been watching you like the hawk in the sky up high Like you are my prey Boy
'cha gonna do when you can't say no? When her feelings start to show, boy, I really need to know And how you gonna act, how you gonna handle that? What'cha
'cha gonna do? When you can't say no? When her feelings start to show? Boy, I really need to know And how you gonna act? How you gonna handle that? What'cha
imma give a chick a hand imma give a chick a hand Turned around took my man i got give chick a hand Verse 1 I got some news for ya boy i bet yo think
in my [incomp] But I told her to the [incomp] Tell me, what'cha gonna do? 'Cause I'm 'bout to make the move Say yes, without the pressures 'Cause boy
at a quarter past twelve Creeping in my Navi parked over to the left Tell me what'cha gonna do cause I'm 'bout to make that move Say yes without the questions Cause boy
her feelings start to show Boy I really need to know? And how you gonna act? How you gonna handle that? What'cha gonna do When she wants you back? What'cha
i just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard quarter back shot gun, you don?t get any sack yards b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the back boards pretty boy
extraterrestrial" It said, "The ghost of Elvis is living in my den You can learn to cope with stress and you can beat the IRS And the incredible frog boy
Don't cha? Don't cha? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha? Don't cha? Don'
is lawless I'm an automatic weapon, nigga, you just a target The number one artist from the land of the heartless Fittin' to get cha, hit cha nigga, they
a tool in a bag/ Nigga so clean I don't need to brag/ Pretty girls on my, try to leave with half, but they fuck wit'cha boy cause they see the cash/