(Feat. Juicy J)




[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $Ign]
She Got His Name Tatted On Her

She Texting Me Like Babe Come Over
I Lied And Said That I Was Out Of Town
I'm With My Other (*##$ Right Now

If The Head Right, Dolla There Every Night
Smoking, No Seatbelt, Pistol, Run Red Lights
Then I Pull Up On Your (*##$

Like Get Up In My Whip

[Hook:]

I Just Want To Take You For A Ride, And We Going
Ride Around The Corner
Ain't Nobody Looking

i'mma Just Pull It Out
You'll Know What To Do
Meet Me In My Backseat, Yeah

And We'll Get Ratchet In My Benz
Yeah, Yeah
And We Gonna Get Ratchet In My Benz

Yeah, Whoa
It Feel Like
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh Yeah

Well, Well, Well
They're Like
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh Yeah

Well, Well, Well

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Pimp %#@! ^!$$%, That's All I Know
You Can Take My Word For It, Or Ask Your Hoe
Backseat Chilling, Smoking That Sticky

Your Girlfriend Put On A Magic Show
She Do It With No Hands, That's The Way I Like
Got Cough Syrup All In My Sprite

I Ain't Trying To Find Me No Wife
But If She Suck Me Right, She Can Stay All Night
Top Notch (*##$ Getting Money, Don't Play

A Hoe Gon' Be A Hoe ^!$$%, Ain't %#@! Change
Let Your (*##$ Chill With A Stunna For A Day
Got Your (*##$ Feeling Like A Runaway Slave

Shows Up When She Seen The Benz
Told Her Hop In, And Bring Some Friends
Got Bombay, Got Peach Ciroc

For The Ratchet (*##$es, Got Seagram's Gin
Smoked Out, Smoked Out, All Day And Night
^!$$% So High, Feel Like I Got Wings

Always Ball Out Like The Championship
Tell Them Bad (*##$es, Come Join My Team
Groupie (*##$es On A Bunch Of Drugs

Turnt Up In A Limousine
I Tell Them Come Over
Yeah Bend It Over

It's Time For Me To Get In Between

[Hook:]