[ Featuring T-Pain ]
Nappy Boy ooh-wee, ooh-we
Everybody say yeah, oh oh oh
Hey, ay ay ay ay
We've been messin 'round for a long time (a long time)
A while now (while now, uh)
And you already know what's on my mind (mind)
It's goin' down now (it's goin' down now?)
And I don't need no background music girl
I'll turn it up loud now
I got the gangsta feelin'
And I'ma do somethin to you, to you, to you (oh)
We can take it over to The Bay
Where my Mistah FAB at? (Fab at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.a
Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pussy baby
Or we can do it all night long (night long)
Haha, I'm 'bout to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song
Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherf*cker I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's your birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
And you been on my mind all day (all day)
I know you're with it (know you're with it baby, uh)
And I'ma do you like Kanye (yeah)
'Cause "I'ma let you finish" (I'ma let you finish)
You can get it (you can get it!)
Or we can do it East Coast style, and I'll keep on my fitted
I said I got the gangsta feelin'
I feel like breakin' you off, you off, you off (off)
Or we can take it way down South
Rick Ross on the iPad ('cause you the Boss's girl)
Super thick thighs and your booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (boom)
Wait, hold up, she got a donk (yup) she got a donk (yup)
She got a donk, I'm 'bout to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song
Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherf*cker I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's your birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday (uh)
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
My jeans sag, boy got a mean swag
Right now you're rockin with the finest and I mean that (uh)
Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)
Pants fitted, damnit, where your jeans at?
Makin love to a rap song
"Port of Miami," "Trilla," "Deeper Than Rap," uh
Like Akon we can stack it all up
Or do you like I'm Juvi', make you back it all up
Uh (hot), that's all shorty ever was
Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks
(Hot) is all shorty ever been
Blow a couple racks in Barney's on that Phillip Lim
Ballin', it's ya birthday
You know that champagne'll get your boy to first base
Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger
Number one niggas, Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender'
Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherf*cker I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's your birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin in your coochie
While we're listenin to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherf*cker I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's your birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
