Son you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that you Tah? Y'all niggas is pussy I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me) Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me) You niggas get so emotional (emotional) You remind me of my bitch. It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe, But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her) Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see it's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game) But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah) I can't say I love you I dont know what that means I'ma pimp.
[Chorus] Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
[Verse 2:] When I first met her I did anything to get her (what?) Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh) Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up but couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison Sing-sing is where he biddin' She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals Baby wipes and cans of Infamil Moter bike and grams of fish scale It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control
[Chorus] Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
[Verse 3] I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me) or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy I'm fuckin' with you I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby) Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah) I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day Mama ain't home so the noise is okay O.D.B you know he like it the raw way Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck Now you learnin' (whoo) The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin' My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin' Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah) So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and When niggas get out of line I check them man
[Chorus] Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
Yeah Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch Punk ass mothafuckas All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga. Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl Come on gimme some love girl Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby You know they say I'm sexy now Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.
Compositores: Case e Woodard, Curtis James Jackson (50 Cent), David Darnell Brown, Christopher M Henderson, Christopher Lloyd, Robert Kelly ECAD: Obra #25373394