(Intro) I need to know Yea I need to… I need to know Turn up a lil bit Yea I need to know I need to know
(Verse) Ayo it’s 3 different levels to relationships Parlaying at the club with em, talkin, getting affection And leaving and having sex with em Kickin em out, trickin the models down So racks now, I don’t get it And that I kick that habit I just keep em impressed, let em, Jeep and the Lex never eat em unless that fuckin cat looks fresh I got a line in my pocket, I’m lyin, I got a 9 in my pants And baby I’m just dying for a chance You ready to fuck, you ready to fuck off the sizurb Said she ready to cut and then she grab my scissor Your body look good, but what’s scary to me Any make hoes look like Hale Berry to me
(Hook) This for my thugs and for my hoes That’s getting dough all around the world Before we go, back to the mo’ After the show We need the studio for girls I need to know, you down to do whatever? Down to get it poppin? Down to get topless, ohh I need to know, if you about cutting Or you about frontin, baby I need to know
(Verse) Now I know you love this crazy flow, knock it down your radio More O’s and Cheerios, mad on straight he dope She thug but the lady though, plug since 84 Ludacris fantasy in the club, throwin crazy pulls Let’s get it on baby, you know what the fuck I’m here for You ain’t heard the info, we don’t know what you in fo You holla at yo kinfolk, they told you that I been broke But I’m balling now, wake up to smell that bands Smoke off the easy, sippin bottles til I’m pissy pissy On the rizzy, you know this crissy got me easy Oh you know you look good and I’m ready to leave But Henny make hoes look like Hale Berry to me
(Hook) This for my thugs and for my hoes That’s getting dough all around the world Before we go, back to the mo’ After the show We need the studio for girls I need to know, you down to do whatever? Down to get it poppin? Down to get topless, ohh I need to know, if you about cutting Or you about frontin, baby I need to know
(Verse) I had that little SV sign at yo crib showin up Nigga showin out a album, yes we out, let’s roll it up And then he drove to the moby, you rocked yo fake clothes You had Gaff & Gucci, that’s real 2 G’s But that’s that last year purse like that still 2 G Uh you so Boojy Boo, could’ve fooled me ‘Cause fly as I go you can sell Fuji’s And you don’t want nothing unless it cost a few G’s You like the light scan it near, the dark scan it and leave you The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto senorita You remind me of my G but nat no Kia We can talk on yo cell but not Nokia Baby going in and out, that’s I barely hear ya It be going in and out like the robbery I’m tryna take this money like Robin G’d up And I’mma take you to my house like trick Katrina
(Hook) This for my thugs and for my hoes That’s getting dough all around the world Before we go, back to the mo’ After the show We need the studio for girls I need to know, you down to do whatever? Down to get it poppin? Down to get topless, ohh I need to know, if you about cutting Or you about frontin, baby I need to know
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