[Gucci Hey how you doin, Ms. Lady? You so with it I know you business, can I get your 5 minutes? Dont be offended by me telling you you thick it Wit all shake, can a player get some fries with it? Wit all that shake, can a player get some with it? Wit all that shake, can a get some fries with it? Dont be offended when I tell you youre very pretty Wit all that shake, can a player get fries with it? s - Verse 1] That got a swivel to it But ass a Cali earthquake jiggle to it She a stallion, no You could fit bitchs booty on a forklift Beep! Beep! Bitch it up I put my on the table, tell her rack em up Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate one way Sprinkle my nuts on top a sundae, hey cream cherry on top And I aint wit her, p-ssy on lock Throw the key, its a rap bitch! Large shake and a sandwich [Gucci Yo, mama out, she so popular You suckers see her with binoculars suck your pocket dry like Dracula Her last bought her an Acura try to get all attached to her She an alley-cat that chickll scratch you up Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, dangerous Her old man used to angel dust So, be quick to judge, shorty bad as f-ck Shes the type that drive back with the for bucks She had a ballplayer dude but she him up He bankrupt, selling cars an auctioner Its Ive got a sausage for them hot And I be f-ckin you niggas out on hot dates You all polite and open for her While every night I put blanket on the floor for her These hoes be sprintin like its n field Because this dick is their Happy Meal So for an value woody Put this Big Mac that Quarter-Pound p-ssy, yes! Its Mr. Slay-A-Bitch Unless that p-ssy is like a Filet-O-Fish Shoo Fly, ho! Kick the And niggas talking I bust em in their chicken nugget