| Hello? | 
| (Who is this?) | 
| Willis | 
| (Willis who?) | 
| Will this dick fit in your mouth! | 
| Uh, hey what’s up? | 
| This Rockwilder with Sleep D and Mac Driznay | 
| And we finna talk about these hoes we like | 
| Big pimping jumping off | 
| She fuck with me she got to call | 
| Dollars up, swallow nut | 
| I want a top notch bitch with a lot of butt | 
| Two on one, ménage à trois | 
| Suck a gold ball through a coffee straw | 
| Them the hoes I like to fuck | 
| Taller sitting down then he is sitting up | 
| Good job, game to give | 
| She can’t be broke with a gang of kids | 
| I can do bad on my own | 
| Some of them hoes say, «Ou he wrong» | 
| Punk bitch get sliced in as bait | 
| Come around me with all that fake | 
| I like hoes with pretty toes | 
| Don’t need makeup or pantyhose | 
| Hella saucy, sweetest dame | 
| Kinda square, hella fame | 
| A bitch with money is necessary | 
| I want a bank tellers and secretaries | 
| Hustlers, cum guzzlers, come ride on these nuts | 
| These are the hoes that we like to fuck | 
| Yo we ain’t fucking any of you | 
| You know who you be | 
| Ass smelling real rashy | 
| Like wet wood, yeah | 
| That ass be wetter then that puss | 
| That ass be the part of your body that you need to dush | 
| You know who you be | 
| Brown banana eating bitch | 
| Yeah, Mr. Gambini bitch, I’m in your area code | 
| Fuck what a cheap nigga holler, I’m taking the dough | 
| I’m hollering twosome, the gambler, the slick type, snitch type, weed like | 
| All up in a bitch nigga D. Rice | 
| What it be like, fucking the puss, dropping her off | 
| What you know about me? | 
| Sleep Dank breaking her off | 
| Keep her packed petty, lay the puss and get to swallow duck | 
| Drinking the puss keep my pocket stuffed | 
| Bitch I’m smoke | 
| Bitch you fuck with square niggas, dollar joes | 
| I fondle hoes that | 
| She got my posters on the wall | 
| Sprung, clinging to these balls | 
| Type of bitch I like 'em fireproof | 
| I strive too, convicted felon, cracking you niggas safe with | 
| Hook my celly up, pick me up in the clean Q45 | 
| Intelligent, hairstyle | 
| Rocking the Gucci fit, man this suit is sick | 
| Talking about some shit | 
| But see I never split the dough with the hoe | 
| You know? | 
| Yeah bitch coming at you two cent funky hoes | 
| You know what I’m saying? | 
| I’m talking about getting bomb booty | 
| I mean getting bomb booty, getting it big | 
| You know what I’m saying? | 
| Tight pantyhose and all that, though | 
| You know what I’m saying | 
| We coming at y’all like this | 
| Round me outside | 
| Rowdy outside baby | 
| Man, I want a bitch with one eye and one leg | 
| And a gang of money | 
| A want a big dollar freak, across the board | 
| With a gang of ye all the way from Florida | 
| When I say get up, she get to hopping | 
| Soft as cotton, booty big ass Stockton | 
| Shirley Temples, dimples, no pimples | 
| Do what I say, plain and simple | 
| No arguing, 'cause I R-U-N | 
| The whole show, I let a hoe know | 
| If she don’t feel me, I will get felt | 
| When I tell a breez-nitty to get my belt | 
| Skimpy thongs make her love the song | 
| She will hit a Backwood, but she love a bong | 
| Them the hoes I like to G | 
| Romped the fuck O-U-T | 
| Bitches with riches, come ride on these nuts | 
| These are the hoes that I like to fuck | 
| Yeah, one mo in this motherfucker | 
| This Decon, owner of this bitch | 
| You ain’t the one | 
| get with it or quit it you tramp | 
| You ain’t know I see you out there with your helmet on | 
| Both of you need to be selling though, for real | 
| Get my bitch, uh and I’m out | 
| Fuck that nigga, ain’t no more takes or nothing |