[Intro: Pastor Troy]   Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl   Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl   Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl   Ha-ha, ha-ha      [Chorus]   [PT:] Oooooooh   [Jade:] Baby what' your name?   [PT:] Oooooooh   [Jade:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?   [PT:] (Hell naw!) Oooooooh   [Jade:] I heard you was from Atlanta   [PT:] Oooooooh   [Jade:] But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know   Are we cuttin'?!   Are we cuttin'?!   Are we cuttin'?!   [PT::] Oooooooh   Hell yea, yeah yeah yea   Oooooooh   She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight      [Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]   Yeah, Friday night (yeah)   Yeah, ballin' holmes (yeah)   Got a nigga smellin' fresh as a rose   Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!)   There's a knife, and this is the life   Pastorrr, ya take me how ya love that?   Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)   The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)   Baby girl let ya hair down   Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit   I ammm low-key   You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)   You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon)   Let you caress my feet, huh   Now what you wanna know?         [Chorus]      [Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]   Off the chain!   Damn! Damn boo   Where ya been all my lifetime?   Let me fuck ya ‘till the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)   What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz   No I can't take ya home wit me   Baby girl, it is what it is showbiz   Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak   Knew wassup when you came to the room   Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba!   The-truth, Charline got loose   Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute      [Chorus]      [Verse 3 - Ms. Jade]   What you talkin'?   I, bring heat when it's hawkin   Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand   I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand   I'm, ‘bout to kill it; you, dealin' wit the realest   Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)   hHnnessy in the convents, say they kissin' and grindin'   It's all about the timin'; I, really like vice-versa   But, tonight's much worsa', and um   Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men   Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's   Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy   In a, split second I'm answerin' all questions   You dummies are still convinced how money make you undress   And so tell me      [Chorus] (2x) to fade