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