More money, more riches,
More freaky, model misses.
Six-four booty make you hit switches,
Shawty sitting on forty inches.
I like her, she like me,
I wanna love her, she wanna love me!
That happening is unlikely,
I gotta throw away silly thing likes weed
Spinning like a tornado,
Then I eat it up like it's gourmet food
Then I beat it up like boom, boom, boom,
Then I get girls lyin' soon
Climb on top of me, underneath the sheets,
Cause I'm about to take you down,
And change your last name to Mrs. Brown.
She know she can get it, get it,
She know she can get it, get it,
She know she can get it, get it,
So I'm a give it to her,
Like that I'm in Kamasutra
If I don't give it to her,
She gonna take it,
But when she do it to you
She'll be faking.
She's a five star chick on my A list,
I'll have her body bent over like the Matrix.
I ain't mad at you, do your thing, girl!
I bet you never had an R&B singer
I promise you will never goin' back,
So let me hit it out the park
We go B.A., L.A., New York, Atlanta,
Houston Chi-town rollin' on a tour bus
I seen a lot of ladies but I'm feelin' you
I've gotta let you know
She know you can get it, get it!
She know she can get it, get it,
She know she can get it, get it,
So I'm a give it to her
Like that I'm in Kamasutra
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Kevin L. Mccall
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