(Intro)
I need to know
Yea

I need to?
I need to know
Turn up a lil bit

Yea
I need to know
I need to know


(Verse)
Ayo it's 3 different levels to relationships

Parlaying at the club with em, talkin, getting affection
And leaving and having sex with em
Kickin em out, trickin the models down

So racks now, I don't get it
And that I kick that habit
I just keep em impressed, let em,

Jeep and the Lex never eat em unless that $#&@in cat looks fresh
I got a line in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a 9 in my pants
And baby I'm just dying for a chance

You ready to $#&@, you ready to $#&@ off the sizurb
Said she ready to cut and then she grab my scissor
Your body look good, but what's scary to me

Any make hoes look like Hale Berry to me

(Hook)

This for my thugs and for my hoes
That's getting dough all around the world
Before we go, back to the mo'

After the show
We need the studio for girls
I need to know, you down to do whatever?

Down to get it poppin? Down to get topless, ohh
I need to know, if you about cutting
Or you about frontin, baby I need to know


(Verse)
Now I know you love this crazy flow, knock it down your radio

More O's and Cheerios, mad on straight he dope
She thug but the lady though, plug since 84
Ludacris fantasy in the club, throwin crazy pulls

Let's get it on baby, you know what the $#&@ I'm here for
You ain't heard the info, we don't know what you in fo
You holla at yo kinfolk, they told you that I been broke

But I'm balling now, wake up to smell that bands
Smoke off the easy, sippin bottles til I'm pissy pissy
On the rizzy, you know this crissy got me easy

Oh you know you look good and I'm ready to leave
But Henny make hoes look like Hale Berry to me


(Hook)
This for my thugs and for my hoes
That's getting dough all around the world

Before we go, back to the mo'
After the show
We need the studio for girls

I need to know, you down to do whatever?
Down to get it poppin? Down to get topless, ohh
I need to know, if you about cutting

Or you about frontin, baby I need to know

(Verse)

I had that little SV sign at yo crib showin up
^!$$% showin out a album, yes we out, let's roll it up
And then he drove to the moby, you rocked yo fake clothes

You had Gaff & Gucci, that's real 2 G's
But that's that last year purse like that still 2 G
Uh you so Boojy Boo, could've fooled me

'Cause fly as I go you can sell Fuji's
And you don't want nothing unless it cost a few G's
You like the light scan it near, the dark scan it and leave you

The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto senorita
You remind me of my G but nat no Kia
We can talk on yo cell but not Nokia

Baby going in and out, that's I barely hear ya
It be going in and out like the robbery
I'm tryna take this money like Robin G'd up
And I'mma take you to my house like trick Katrina


(Hook)
This for my thugs and for my hoes
That's getting dough all around the world
Before we go, back to the mo'
After the show

We need the studio for girls
I need to know, you down to do whatever?
Down to get it poppin? Down to get topless, ohh
I need to know, if you about cutting
Or you about frontin, baby I need to know


I need to know