She wanna get, she wanna get busy She wanna get, she wanna get busy
Hold up, I jump on the track, bend it over I'm breaking your back, deep in her skin
I'm a new tack, all for the money, bitch, I'm bout the racks
Talking that shit, f*ck is you saying
Bitch, no, I'm not playing I need the bag, so I can't lay in
Can't lay in your pussy all day She in my ass, get me just stay
Burger King, you can have it your way If Ethan Graham's, call Jose
The block and studio, my playground Before I'm ass out, I'ma stay down
Niggas rotting up, should it be a spray ground
Hold on, baby, what you say now
Niggas old, they gotta pay now The big cat on the new crown
I ball hard, no foul outs I ball hard, no foul outs
Cause I put niggas on the paper route I can show you, baby, what that paper bout
I'm a paper boy in my paper house From the streets, I had to make it out
You look good enough for me to eat you out But first, I'ma tip you out
Big plates at the steakhouse Why you look like that
What you thinking bout me and you
One of a kind, I'm sipping Patu She sipping wine, I move for you
At a drop of a dime, Mike Jack You remember the time
She wanna get busy
She wanna get busy
She wanna get busy
She wanna get busy
From the left to the right, a suspense
Hold on, hold on
Hit busy
From the left to the right, a suspense
Get light, we can do this shit all night
I said, we can do this shit all night
She wanna get- she wanna get busy
She wanna get- she wanna get busy
She wanna get- she wanna get busy
She wanna get- she wanna get bu-bu-busy