All I do is think about fuckin' you   Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home   Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass   You're the one, want for you to have my son   Bitch you bad      I had this bitch named Katrina that lived in Pasadena   It's like my dick would get hard, every time I seen her   She had bold legs, ass and a big fat clit   I gotta admit, I even spoiled this bitch a little bit   The homies said I was trickin' and actin' all mooshy   Yeah, but call it what you want, she had some bomb ass pussy   Smart as fuck, educated pretty little hoe   You know the kind a bitch you really didn't mind doin' shit fo'      Hell, I bought the bitch cars, [Incomprehensible] Gucci and Prada   Plus it wasn't shit for me to just slide her a few dollars   Man, one of us caught up, the ass was on stack   I used to love to pull up hair when I fucked her from the back   I used to spank her ass, choke her deep dick and ruff sex   She said she like it like that, she was from the projects   She used to look back, smile and say, "I love you boo"   And shit, the pussy was so good, I'd say, "I love you too"   Fuck it      All I do is think about fuckin' you   Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home   Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass   You're the one, want for you to have my son   Bitch you bad      When the sex is like incredible, nigga, you been there before   You don't wanna call her a hoe but you know deep down, she is a hoe   Got her name tattooed up on yo' chest   Bitch, always pushin' up nothin' but mess   Gotcha keys you can leave but you ain't, just can't   Every time you see them breast      Parents goin', what a shame, gave that bitch yo last name   She came through and scooped you like a serious verious hurricane   She fucked you, sucked you, treat you nice   Sucked yo' nuts with a lot of ice   Make you come not once but twice, then make you some eggs and rice      Pussy's like a hustle, she got you with her muscle   No need to fight and tussle, let it go, don't russell   Big girls swalla, little girls spit   if I was in yo' shoes I'd be hooked on that shit   Playa, I been there before, had myself a bad hoe   Fucked DMX, that group NEXT and even boned that nigga Joe   Stutta, stutta, motherfucker, mouth was the shit   Now I know why the whole music industry love that bitch      All I do is think about fuckin' you   Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home   Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass   You're the one, want for you to have my son   Bitch you bad      I been a bread winner and a gold dayton spinner   And I like a high class hoe with a little ghetto in her   This cash money now and as a matter of fact   I think these hoes is scheming 'cause I signed my contract   Had this cute little blood bitch I knew from high school   She said, "You drive a gang porshe but that new Bentley is woo"   Man, this bitch was ghetto and had a little Spanish look   Ass was like a basketball, her hair was off the hook      The tightest little gang bang bitch I ever seen   Lift her ratted dress up, the bitch would be a fuckin' queen   On the low slide the hoe, some sticky green just to kick it   Gave her some shopping money and she through a hood picnic   I ain't never been a nigga to straight romance a hoe   But little Lani qua had a bombin', her thang and 1-O   And I could give a fuck less about what the next nigga say   'Cause if money got this pussy then shit, I got to pay ya' heard      All I do is think about fuckin' you   Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home   Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass   You're the one, want for you to have my son   Bitch you bad      All I do is think about fuckin' you   Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home   Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass   You're the one, want for you to have my son   Bitch you bad      Bitch you bad, bitch you bad, bitch you bad