text: To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
  Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushes
  Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
  The back of the club, sippin Moet is where youll find me
  The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crews behind me
  Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
  But I just cant quit
  Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with
  Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not?
  Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
  Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
  Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy
  No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzs
  C-Notes by the layers, true fuckin players
  Jump in the Rover and come over
  Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
   x3
  Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa
  To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies
  If you gun up in your waist, dont shoot up the place
  Cause I see some ladies tonite that should be havin my ba-by
  Baybee, uh
  Straight up honey really Im asking
  Most of these niggas think they me mackin, but they be acting
  Who they attractin with that line
  Whats your name, whats your sign?
  Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind
  Ask you what your interest are, who you be wit?
  Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
  You gon be here for a while, Im gon call my crew
  You go call your crew
  We can rendezvous at the bar around two
  Or three o clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot
  Roll a blunt cause he like to spark a lot
  Steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
  A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welchs grape
  Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon do
  What we came to do, aint that right boo 
  Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
  And watch a movay, in the jaccuzay, bay-bay
  Nigga, Versace down
  Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin, Niggas starin
  Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon
  Raggin sippin D.P on my way to D.C
  The biggest willies, smokin phillies
  Thai & skunk together, Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever
  Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that
  I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at 
  Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater
  Butter leather, chrome beretta see
  You know who that nigga be
  Shit you aint know, ha ha, Thats the stride for ninety-five Baby
  Straight up playerlistic mentality
  You just do your thing, Cause Im definintley gone do mine
  And we gon hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of
  Can you feel me?