| Damn, it’s mad shorty’s up in here | 
| I don’t all them just one girl that can do it all | 
| Yeah I feel what chu' say | 
| Now where them girls that be laid up, gettin' tanned on the beach | 
| Right Here, Right Here | 
| I like them them girls that be in shape and right in petite | 
| Oh yeah, Oh yeah | 
| I want a girl to be nice and real sexy | 
| That’s what I’m talkin' bout, Yeah Ma, You comin' wit me | 
| Oh yeah, Oh yeah | 
| (Verse One) | 
| I like them wearin' G-Strings, The one’s that let you see things | 
| One’s that call you on the phone, Just to let you hear things | 
| Generous, willingly, giving, you know just wanna share things | 
| Havin' competition, always wanting to compare things | 
| Like mine is better than just doin' real things | 
| Beautiful chicks and flicks who like to lick things | 
| Colorful chicks with hips who like to grip things | 
| Sneak you in the backdoor, Give you what chu' asked for | 
| Sayin' ya name, lettin' you know that that’s yours | 
| Like the way we creep and duck, Love the way I beat it up | 
| Like the way I speed it up, Just long as her feet is up | 
| Not from the streets but have a that in her | 
| Cute but thuggish like have a little brat in her | 
| Show me when she learn stuff, No when to turn it up | 
| Never fake, No it take, That’s what I’m lookin' for | 
| (Verse Two) | 
| Toe the censore, look her thighs is winter | 
| Told her it was sky’s the limit | 
| And if her back was anything like rims, She’d be ridin' 20 | 
| Told her she gone look infinty, Plus she gone good in Bently’s | 
| Introduce her to the family, Sit next to me at the grammy’s | 
| Our life you gone be caked up, You just gone like to wake up | 
| You wannna fight to make-up | 
| Can’t have em' like I hate you, I hate you, I hate you | 
| I’m tall I’m like em' short to, where they come to my chest | 
| And wit high heels, look, come to my neck | 
| Got a lot of money in this world, I don’t some of it | 
| Got a lot of girls in this world, but look I only need one of em' | 
| You know the girl who I choose her closet cuddled in furs | 
| Friends like goddam, bitch look at her |