[Esham]
What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your a** been?
And f*** that chatty n****, if he's a has been
I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the d***, if you gettin any
You gotta work that p**** fast, work that p**** slow
It don't matter cuz these b****** know I got the phatter dough
Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick d*** like Hoodini
I want ya fine a** on my d*** like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya a**, all I see is p**** skin
And nigs don't know about my t***y bar ho
She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
Dough, lickin her lips, her p**** smells on my fingertips
She's ill, I think I f***** her wit the dollar bill
For real, her t******, look so ferm, I might burn
If I run up in her raw, wit the super s****
She got a
[Chorus 4X]
Work that p**** fast, work that p**** slow
Work that m****f****, outta baller's cash flow
[Esham]
Something surprise me about your eyes
They make my d*** rise, and then your a** got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya p****, ho
They make my d*** swoll, and you the reason why these n***** roll
Big cash flow, watch your a** ho
p**** for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya
Then I got the other p****, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
p**** ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
I'm just a n**** wit a d***, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, cuz I aim to please
I bet that p**** get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you
[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
I see the way every n**** is scopin, hopin
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every n**** in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein the back of your head, watchin that a** from behind
Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
Would you be lookin at me like you was f***** me
or better yet be duckin me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
If this was back in the day, you be f***** for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another Corona
I give the b**** a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the DJ slow it down, cuz this b**** is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna f*** ya p****, but I don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God d***, b****, do you know who the f*** I am, gotta
[Chorus 4X]
What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your a** been?
And f*** that chatty n****, if he's a has been
I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the d***, if you gettin any
You gotta work that p**** fast, work that p**** slow
It don't matter cuz these b****** know I got the phatter dough
Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick d*** like Hoodini
I want ya fine a** on my d*** like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya a**, all I see is p**** skin
And nigs don't know about my t***y bar ho
She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
Dough, lickin her lips, her p**** smells on my fingertips
She's ill, I think I f***** her wit the dollar bill
For real, her t******, look so ferm, I might burn
If I run up in her raw, wit the super s****
She got a
[Chorus 4X]
Work that p**** fast, work that p**** slow
Work that m****f****, outta baller's cash flow
[Esham]
Something surprise me about your eyes
They make my d*** rise, and then your a** got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya p****, ho
They make my d*** swoll, and you the reason why these n***** roll
Big cash flow, watch your a** ho
p**** for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya
Then I got the other p****, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
p**** ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
I'm just a n**** wit a d***, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, cuz I aim to please
I bet that p**** get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you
[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
I see the way every n**** is scopin, hopin
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every n**** in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein the back of your head, watchin that a** from behind
Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
Would you be lookin at me like you was f***** me
or better yet be duckin me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
If this was back in the day, you be f***** for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another Corona
I give the b**** a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the DJ slow it down, cuz this b**** is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna f*** ya p****, but I don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God d***, b****, do you know who the f*** I am, gotta
[Chorus 4X]