And when I open that do'
50 Cent
And when I open that do'
I tell the hoes all the time
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
Bitch get in my car
Bitch get in my car
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
I got no pickup lines
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
(Bitch get in)
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed
First it’s pain when you lust for love, then it’s smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
I got no pickup lines
I got no pickup lines
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
It’s a cold world, baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
I got no pickup lines
Yeah
Quit playin' bitch, get it
I stay on the grind
I stay on the grind
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
I ain't [unverified] these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car
Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz
Bitch get in my car
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
If your bitch really ‘bout it nigga, I'm gon' take her
Bitch get in my car
I stay on the grind
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
Hahaha
69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
Bitch get in my car
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
(Bitch get in)
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
Spent a life savings in a day, ‘cause she likes me
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
I tell the hoes all the time
I tell the hoes all the time
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Bitch get in my car
I tell the hoes all the time
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
I might smile and say what’s up but I don't fuck with you niggaz
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
(Bitch get in)
They blood shot red, it’s gaunja in my system, I'm high
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
And when I open that do'
And when I open that do'
Uhh
I make it hot, motherfuckers, freeze up when I come through
Bitch get in my car
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
Bitch get in my car
I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherfuckin' end
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car
Bitch get in my car
Mac-10, thirty-two shot clip in my snorkel
But then the next week, nah man, it was nothin’
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
I got no pickup lines
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shyit
I got no pickup lines
(Bitch get in)
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
I stay on the grind
