Lyrics from Snippet
[Chorus]
Who that creepin' through your Maybach?
Prolly won't got paid back
Why you ain't just say that?
Bring her up the Ray J (What's that, nigga)
That's Brandy, brother, me and your bitch can stand each other
Oh, except for when I rub her
[Verse 1]
Always wear a glove
Gary Payton, D, I buss her, see me 'cross clubs
Diamonds dance, they think they Usher (Bling)
Hit her, whassup? Huh
Bet you ain't know she's a gusher (Gusher), what? (What?)
I'm a no fatigue her, brother, huh? (Woah)
She got the dancin' crazy, I was like, "Baby, oh my God" (Ooh)
Said she's mad in love, I'm Smino Swayze, '91 (Uh)
Baby just met a man, she wanna ride some shit, I'm pumped (Ooh)
Don't worry, we'll get this money, glad you askin', follow 'long
Been through it, we throwin' shots, we'll prove it
They told me, "Do my job," bitch, I'ma overdo it (Overdo it)
You better make me feel special (Special)
And put your shoulders to it (Ooh)
My niggas came from the ground (Ground)
From the mud until we grew it (Grew it, ooh)
[Chorus]
Who that creepin' through your Maybach?
Prolly won't got paid back
Why you ain't just say that?
Bring her up the Ray J (What's that, nigga)
That's Brandy, brother, me and your bitch can stand each other
Oh, except for when I rub her
[Verse 2]
My bitch like fuckin' me with the lights on (Uh)
'Cause she like seein' what I done, huh
I might just shoot at your B like a bison
Shawty been all on my python, huh
I shoot my shot and it swish like nylon
Ain't no big homie put me on, huh
It was just me-me-me-me like I'm Dylon
I was out makin' them bands, huh
I don't do Ke-Ke-Ke-Ke with your strange voice
Yeah, don't be washin' your hands, boy
I pull up, B-B-B-B, bitch, I'm outside
What was that shit you was sayin' boy?
I spent two thousand to keep my pants tucked
They fallin', got thirty bands tucked
I usually keep this shit all on the Visa
But fuck it, tonight we got dancers
Yeah, she a stripper, taste just like candy
I think her name was Candace
She said she heard 'bout me, I'm a artist
Then let me paint on her canvas
Damn this, feelin' like an episode of Simpsons
Yellow bitch geeked up, yellow time, that pool in the tequila
Gimme laptop, gotta call a Toshiba, damn, hoo
