Verse 1 (Gucci Mane):
Please excuse me for being a G, that's just the way they raised me
I ball so bad, I pay for it, I want to see her naked
She shaken like she got a seizure, shorty goin' crazy
Datin' all kinds of important people, her swag is amazing
Wanna go to Costa Rica? Kick around and play it?
We could just-a stay in or I could take you shopping
Corporate smoking pounds of reefer but I got a make it
Hate on me, no snitchin' either, I'm just trying to make cents
Can you get me c**ainia? I'll tell you to take it
Rest of them toy desert eagles, ak - she be fakin'
Role my blunts in deuces cause I'm so very impatient
Meet em, then I greet em, then I bust all in their faces
Hook (Gucci Mane):
Jumpin' out the Range Rover, I popped a box spring
He f**ed her then he tagged me. We call it tag team
f**in' b**hes after shows. We call it tag team
f**in' b**hes on the road. We call it tag team
(repeat x 2)
Verse 2 (Waka Flacka Flame)
I'm diggin' that mix, tag team with the right hand
Make me a Sprite and I'm going all night man
Gucci got the front, so you know I gotta get the back
Give that a** a smack, for a fact. She gonna throw it back
Dick in her hand, like spit on that
The lil' purdy lil' thing put kids on that
Girl, I want that p**y. Girl, gimme that
Got have that. Long hair, a** fat
You know you wanna n***a like me
Dread-head, tats and some gold teeth
All the sights on me, I can't get girls up off of me
I'm a stone cold stunner call me Flacka
All that shake, do it come with fries?
The way you twerk that a**, got a n***a crosseyed
Hook (x 2)