[Gucci Hey how you doin, Ms. You so fine with it I know you handlin business, can I get your 5 Dont be by me telling you you thick with it Wit all that shake, can a player get some with it? Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries it? Wit all that shake, can a player get fries with it? Dont be when I tell you that youre very pretty Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries it? s - Verse 1] That got a swivel to it But that ass a earthquake jiggle to it She a stallion, no You could fit that bitchs on a forklift Beep! Beep! back it up I put my balls on the table, her rack em up Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate one way Sprinkle my on top what a sundae, hey Whipped cream on top And I aint wit her, p-ssy on lock Throw the key, its a rap bitch! Large shake and a Ludacris [Gucci Yo, mama out, she so popular You suckers see her with binoculars Shell your pocket dry like Dracula Her last boyfriend her an Acura try to get all attached to her She an alley-cat type that chickll you up Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, Shes Her old man used to snort dust So, be quick to judge, shorty bad as f-ck Shes the type that drive back with the for bucks She had a dude but she f-cked him up He bankrupt, selling like 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 that on the floor for her These be sprintin like its track n field Because this supersize dick is their Happy So for an value woody Put Big Mac into 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 shit I bust em in their chicken nugget