(Now they all got they hands out)
(Wonder why they hands on me)
(Why you trynna give demands out?)
(Love it when you dance on me)
Uh, aye, now they all got they hands out
Wonder why the hands on me
Girly why you trippin' why you trynna give demands out?
Love it when you dance on me
But only go down if you say so
Wrist drown like her thong for the pesos
McNabb, quarterback when the bass go
Chris Paul snatch back for the ankles
Lift off but I'm not on a Faygo
Excuse me
I had these plans
If you don't want them then let's go make a movie
Tell me what your plans if you out here always clubbin' for a man
I got these bands
Turn up the fans
Girly why you trippin' I ain't trynna be ya man
I ain't never switching I was swervin' like a Nascar
Runnin' up these digits I'm just turning to a track star
I got, two goals on the floor like a mascot
And I know getting old, still a bastard
And I know I ain't know where to go
A sideshow then it's somewhere to go
Like, Ooo-wee
Gotta go fast
I got foot on the gas
Roll up like sushi
I'm in her class
Why she throwing her ass?
Now they all got they hands out
Wonder why the hands on me
Girly why you trippin' why you trynna give demands out?
Love it when you dance on me
But only go down if you say so
Wrist drown like her thong for the pesos
McNabb, quarterback when the bass go
Chris Paul snatch back for the ankles
Lift off but I'm not on a Faygo
Gotta get it right, don't stop let's keep it moving
This shit ain't come easy why you assuming
I done put in hours, while your man he straight net surfing
Go chase Benji's boy I know damn well them pockets hurting
And I know yo girl she want me, she be fighting urges
And I know she want this lifestyle it seem so perfect
Is you down to risk it all 'cause it just might be worth it
Lil ma know that I'm the one you can stop searching
Huncho, he want the money and the new rolls Royce
They gone have to give it to me, I won't give em no choice
Leave any openings best believe I'm gone exploit
They like how I lay it down, I be too smooth
You don't really wanna work, that's a damn shame
I stay on my shit and never switch lanes
Count how many times I been done wrong, can't
Let em count me out they gone be so wrong
Now they all got they hands out
Wonder why the hands on me
Girly why you trippin' why you trynna give demands out?
Love it when you dance on me
But only go down if you say so
Wrist drown like her thong for the pesos
McNabb, quarterback when the bass go
Chris Paul snatch back for the ankles
Lift off but I'm not on a Faygo