You need a future daddy Give me my peter pan When I hit the club it'll be me and my conceited friend Been signing autographs Since like a quarter past I'm in the hallway, dont need no hall pa** If I eat it then everybody gonna order that Everything I do these b**hes wishin they'da thought of that I'm a indian giver I want the quarter back If hip hop was dead, b**h I just brought her back Take it to the off I'ma take it take it off I'ma take it to the club Then we take it to the loft I'ma take it to my n***as, I'ma take it to the boss I'ma jiggle it jiggle it Bakin soda soft I'ma put it in ya face, I'ma put it in ya braids The way I make it pop, you can put me in the space Make it rain as a ten thousand dollar day Poppin like champaign on a holiday