[AMG]
With the mad funk..
[Chorus]
AMG, on the go
Back on the motherf*ckin microphone
It's the pimp of the century
So b*tch pour the Hennessey!
[AMG]
(Aowwww) I got a new bone to pick
And hoes, I got a big bone to lick
And n*ggas been ridin my di*k, like an Amtrak
n*ggas thought I fell the f*ck off, but the G's back
The dog from around the way
Uhh (L.A., Cal-i-for-ni-a)
And baby I bust 'em in
Hoodrats hoes can't even just ride the di*k
And n*ggas been houndin me
I'll be out, they surroundin me
But never is they clownin me
And this ain't "Bangin on Wax"
But let me get straight to the facts
I ain't no blood or crip
But I got a Glock 23 with a couple of clips
And gold diggin hoes get the 22
(Buzzin) buzzin and you bug my crew
[Chorus 2X]
[AMG]
(Aowwww) I used to drink Olde E, now I sip Moet
Hangin with the jet set
And the hoes know my records sell (records sell)
So they all eat a di*k up well
From state to state, they can't wait
For me to rock a show, then I'ma knock your hoe
Countin dates in my gated estate
(Ya fool) I got your girl naked in the pool
(Aowwww, hittin that indo) What?
(She just called her friends so)
So we can have a big Three's Company
Two big booties in front of me
Put my rubber on, before we get to humpin
Hit it from the back, like she stole somethin
Bust a big nut, then I'm snorin
Cause when the hoes get to talkin, they borin
And it's a shame, n*ggas fallin for the okeydoke
The whip appeal is a joke
And like I said, I'll be your personal 304
When I'm done, hit the do'
[Chorus 2X]
[AMG]
(Aowwww) I'm just a player on the run, havin fun
In the California sun, hit me one
And the leather and wood, I got my boys in the hood
And they ain't slippin while they grip trippin
Bumpin hoes and, baby if you're fly you're gettin chosen
I scoop a freak like you're frozen
And I like 'em when they got a little game
No drama, just a fly little hot momma
Ready and willin, big booty for the killin
(What what?) But don't be catchin no feelings
Cause a hoe is still a hoe, and I can't be witcha
If 20 n*ggas done hit ya, b*tch
I got the 4-1-1, on your hoochie cootchie
Just a groupie, thinkin you can soup me
But you gotta be more than a trick tramp big booty hoe
To fade this n*gga though
[Chorus 4X]