Red Cafe - Loaded lyrics

[Intro] She gotta arch up on that thing Shorty heeled up Chanel bagged up [Hook] Shorty loaded, loaded, loaded Shorty fully loaded, loaded, loaded Shorty got a** All the rich n***as love her I'm from the PJ's Wear my J's when I f** her Shorty loaded, loaded, loaded Shorty fully loaded, loaded, loaded Shorty got a** All the boss b**hes love her She from the PJ's Wear my J's when I f** her [Verse 1: Red Cafe] Shorty got a** All the b**hes want her Hallelujah, I caught her All them ballers be on her I woke up faded Turned around and blazed Been like 10 years Me and this money been datin' I got cash overload She got a** overload Ciroc by the bucket Ask, give myself a note I'mma need my protein I'm schemin' on her whole team Her a** got a purpose So work it, work it, work it Man, that booty be on request She never on recess She just ‘bout that paper Get it girl, buy no BS Loaded, loaded, that gas got me on Pluto That molly got her on Pluto Her a** fat, Sumo [Hook] [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Shorty loaded, I co*k it Now that's one in the head She blow, she pop it, she bustin' in the bed She bustin' in the chair Bustin' on the stairs We bustin' everywhere sh**, I'm bustin' in her hair I don't f** with that red dot If she infrared Gin is only head shots I be givin' lead shots Always got my safety on Always got her legs locked She ain't never said stop Spray me, leave a wet spot Chop her, break her down She fall back when I swing that Hit that, and I hit that Them guts just what I aim at Lookin' at a marksman p**y precision I knock that motherf**er down Like it was trippin' My n***a, n***a, n***a What you think they call me trigger for? Keep that p**y bustin', baby f** them other n***as, ho I just ripped you open like a check was in the envelope I be k**in' p**y, tell me can I get a witness, yo? [Hook] You need a fully loaded b**h up in your life You need a fully loaded b**h to be your wife I need a fully loaded n***a on my team I need a fully loaded n***a on my team Eed a fully loaded n***a on my team [Verse 3: Fabolous] That girl be fully loaded I keep that thing on safety That girl be rollin' with him A n***a travel safely That girl is so special Like that 38 be Them hoes be throwin' shots but shorty catchin' murders lately Get body bags, body bags Make sure they Chanel I told her let me squeeze it And make sure that it's real Got a little b**h, her friend, though This tall joint, extendo I tell her blow the cartridge then I slide in that Nintendo Ain't gon' be no games played Just game sprayed, she can't stay I pull back that white sheet Like “Oh sh**, you're a day late” In my bed, in my head, I'm thinkin' salute her Her n***a couldn't make her bust She got with a shooter