[Verse 1: Dreamon]
I just came to get paid, then I'mma get laid
Bitch, you better holla at me, we could make a sex tape
Do it in the mirror, watch me as I hit it
Now you can go and tell all your friends that we did it
Get a little attention cause you fucking with a star now
All eyes on me when I'm stepping out the car now
They don't wanna see a young nigga blowing up
But still I'm tryna get a million dollars in the cut
If she ain't tryna give it up, the bitch gotta go
Cause she probably got a girlfriend that could do it on the low
And I ain't got no time for no loving, I'm not your husband
Straight hit it really raw on the floor, fuck him

[Hook: Dreamon]
She said she got a little blog, I've seen it all
Got her number and gave it a thought, I ain't even call
Oh, now you realer than them all? I don't see it though
Told me she never been a groupie, but I've seen it all

[Verse 2: Dida]
This here nude girls, sex, drugs, (?) flash
Ain't that Dida's girl? They saying
Fuck that, you go and dance
I told this broad I'm not the type to go out for the romance
Well, I'm about to put your ass out like Corduroy pants
This ain't boom-bap, sucker
This here two niggas on Cognac
Paper chase and pu tang, fucker
Don't smoke Chris Tucker, but we rush hour leaning
As soon as we've brought Dreamon to Sweden
We're fucking eating
My homie just got back from doing 800 days
Nigga, that's one, two, three, four, nigga, that's 800 days
So I couldn't care much less about the stupid shit that you say
I'm try'na find out how to fuck a broad in 800 ways
This ain't conscience, nigga, we monsterous
For real, fuck that blonde, fuck that brunette, we on this
We ill, which means if you still on me with that hairspray babbling
Call a referee, bitch, I'm travelling

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dreamon]
Feed her fake changes, still I feel amazing
Then you say you not a hater, but you the only one complaining
I'mma celebrate it, candle light cake it
Bitches getting naked, only right, I've seen their nature
I'm out for the paper, and I'mma stack 'em high like a skyscraper
I fly, player, they still tryna drive safer
I got flavor, teah, I be on that soda flow
Never get emotional, I told her that's the protocol
Stop acting up, cause you're supposed to know
When we're done fucking, baby, I'mma get my clothes and go
She want a round three, but I ain't feeling that
But if she bring it back, I'll maybe consider that
I Twittered that
And some getting busy in her kitty cat
And we ain't speaking on the phone cause she get the fax
If ain't text you back, don't take it personal
Music is my life and this is here ain't what you looking for

[Hook]