[Hook] Hey how you doin', Ms. Lady? You so fine with it I know you handlin' business, can I get your 5 minutes? Don't be offended by me telling you you thick with it With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? Don't be offended when I tell you that you're very pretty With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? 's Gucci [Ludacris] That waist got a swivel to it But that a** a Cali earthquake jiggle to it She a stallion - no horsesh** You could fit that b**h's booty on a forklift Beep! Beep! b**h back it up I put my balls on the table, tell her rack 'em up Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate laid one way Sprinkle my nuts on top — what a sundae Whipped cream cherry on top And when I ain't wit' her, p**y on lock Throw away the key, it's a wrap b**h! Large shake and a Ludacris sandwich [Hook] [Gucci Mane] Yo, mama turned out, she so popular You s**ers can't see her with binoculars She'll s** your pocket dry like Dracula Her last boyfriend bought her an Acura Don't try to get all attached to her She an alley-cat type — that chick'll scratch you up Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, "She's dangerous" Her old man used to snort angel dust So, don't be quick to judge, shorty bad as f** She's the type that drive back with the bricks for bucks She had a ballplayer dude but she f**ed him up He bankrupt, selling cars like an auctioner 's Gucci [Hook] [Ludacris] I've got a sausage for them hot cakes And I be f**in' while you n***as out on hot dates You all polite and open doors for her While every night I put that blanket on the floor for her These hoes be sprintin' like it's track 'n' field Because this supersize dick is their Happy Meal So for an extra value woody Put this Big Mac into that Quarter-Pound p**y, yes! It's Ludacris "Mr. Slay-A-b**h" Unless that p**y is smelling like a Filet-O-Fish Shoo Fly, ho! Kick the bucket And n***as talking sh** I bust 'em in their chicken nugget