For lovin' me girl

Just wanna thank you

Look at what you can do, man

I like this *** right here, man

Come on, girl, come on, yeah

Let's do it like this

Santana's so focused on you

Come holla at a boy that's focused on you Shorty, I ain't tryin' to give you the run around

I'm just tryin' to come get you a run around

Skip through a couple of towns

Maybe skip through a couple of rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down

I'm sort of a long distance brother

Long checks, long chips, long dick and rubbers

Come roll with a pimp or gangsta

Hustler by nature, trust that I'll take ya And you know what

I'll show you the rules and parameters

Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it

Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it

On the block soon as the moon it be scramblin' And you can be my down ass

Yeah baby, that's for sure, I'm a show you how to package raw

How to snap it on, how to take trips with the package on

How to go and come back with the package gone

Just stacks of cash beyond And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls

'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls

No game just *** you girls

Pollute the mind and corrupt the world Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cakes

Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state

Every club, every party, we fly

Baggin' bitches, every party and high Yeah, please believe Jimmy Jizzie's the truth

Every where I go to brezies I'm true

Man they tell me that I over does it

You need to slow up, you over thugging But the hoes slugging in the open public

I smoke like *** it, I just roll up puffing

Now they roll up ***ing

Take two totes and love it Yeah yeah, plus my bitches swear, I'm like Richard Gere

Put them in my Coupe moving fast switching gears

Tell 'em to listen here, get it crystal clear

Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear Yeah, she was feeling my gangstas

Summer time in one's jeans and my tank top

I'm on the scene with the dice like banks stock

Get money man, yeah uh Baby girl, I'm a player with pass ball

Moving fast, hundred grand on the black fall

Please love, get your feet up off my dad's velour

This is cash door, we gonna crash course And y'all nigaz betta cuff ya girls

'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls, yeah

No game just *** you girls

Pollute the mind and corrupt the world Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cakes

Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state

Every club, every party, we fly

Baggin' bitches every party and high, yeah