[Gucci Mane:] Hey how you doin, Ms. Lady? You so fine with it I know you handlin business, can I get your 5 minutes? Dont be offended by me telling you you thick with it Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? Dont be offended when I tell you that youre very pretty Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? s Gucci [Ludacris - Verse 1:] 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**hs 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, hey Whipped cream cherry on top And when I aint wit her, p**y on lock Throw away the key, its a rap b**h! Large shake and a Ludacris sandwich [Hook] [Gucci Mane:] Yo, mama turned out, she so popular You s**ers cant see her with binoculars Shell s** your pocket dry like Dracula Her last boyfriend bought her an Acura Dont try to get all attached to her She an alley-cat type that chickll scratch you up Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, "Shes dangerous" Her old man used to snort angel dust So, dont be quick to judge, shorty bad as f** Shes 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 Its Gucci [Hook] [Ludacris:] Ive 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 its 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! Its Ludacris "Mr. Slay-A-b**h" Unless that p-ssy 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 [Hook]