(Verse 1)
I wanna hit from behind, while you take a couple line
Gimme good brain like Einstein
I know you heard it’s my time
You see my people keep dying
And it don’t mean new year time
This s**t like Math and Division
You gotta carry the nine
She say Hey, do you do lines?
I say No, I don’t do lines
She say, can I be your wife?
I say, No, just do my guys
My partner’s strapping the zips
They’re mixing, even the dimes
Can’t even trust your best friend
I swear these ni**as so shine
I hate when bi**hes be lieing
I love when bi**hes be fine
Just cause you sipping the lines
Don’t mean you spitting your rhymes
I keep the baddest, the spanish, the fatest up in we live
I keep a lot of V lines but more money on my mind
(Chorus – Pharrell Williams)
If she say some’n good bout, you should believe her
Take taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feeling on they ass, while they rolling up the che
The-then we gonna one up like icha-gicha-gicha-gicha
(Verse 2 – Kap G)
Oh baby you so fine, I might make you one of mine
That’s why you don’t even be trying
And…design
She freaky pull out my jawn, She freaky pull out my jawn
I got her clothes on my blinds
I get more head than salons
She say, Hey, do you do lines
I say, No, I don’t do lines
She say, Can I get the steak?
I say Go ahead, get them prime
My partner’s throwing gang signs
My vato’s throwing gang signs
They say these hoes be for everybody
That’s cool, they not mine
I’m screaming free all the guys
You seen the pain in her eyes
The police, they a disguise
They KKK and for life
I jsut might take your advice
Finesse and shooting some dies
They told me she ain’t my type
You better go get your wife
(Chorus – Pharrell Williams x2)
If she say some’n good bout, you should believe her
Take-taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feeling on they ass, while they rolling up the che
The then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
