Loose

Get G-get Get Loose Now [Verse 1] Benny BOOM! Turn the bass up louder 'Til every single titty jiggle harder She a hoochie watch the mini skirt ride up Dimes and pennies twerk, get it hotter Hoochies want to get on the guest list Eat a small dinner so you fit in your dresses Fuck a meal, go for mills Big breast get treated like guest I'm serving dick for breakfast, pussy pop She like three things: The club, money, sex, yes! Just like hip hop, did a full strut when we pulled up She said she like D's, I said Deeeez nuts! Ain't that what you want, a Hilton ain't a Trump Make sex tapes get dicked, get dumped All this money make a bitch go dumb Coke on the tip will make a bitch go numb [Hook] She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma Hood rat, hood rat a hoochie mamma Get Get Get Loose Now Get Get Get Loose Now Get Get Get Loose Now Get Get Get Loose Now [Verse 2] Go head and get it nigga, you know you want it nigga She solid gold nigga, Anna Nicole nigga I'm about to show this glorified ho How my hip hop dick head bang like rock and roll nigga She got to have it cinematic like netflix HD documented pearl drop necklace She going to call herself a classy bitch Live in Chelsea but her naughty parts the meat pack district Got milk duds, face like Rihana Got me popping retro fashion That make me want to cash in, smashing Trim bush like Shirley last season What's happenin' Roj! A prima donna in her Dolce and Gabbana You can find her well travel from Nicaragua to Ghana Up front, You bait her right and she going to bite like a piranha Cause she, she ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma [Hook] [Verse 3] Oh n-n-no, hold up I got some shit to say Cause all these copy catting bitches copy me all day Call me out my name why don't you come around my way I got my cousin baby mother and a brother on the way Fake bitches want to be this chick but they not I don't lay on my back for tracks or sleep my way to the top Sex ain't for beats or backstage passes, girl keep working that ass You smarter than I thought you got your heart on my man assets Oh no I cash his checks let's not forget and I fuck to bust nuts Fuck a mans respect, I rap for money to spend to keep my panties wet And just to keep bitches mad I keep bitches in check Laying yourself in dirty sheets like hooker on the street Rocking your coochie like that Gucci that you bought up the street I got mad styles for days your styles been played And I every thing you rock today I did yesterday Now girls I met they wanna fight me, talking shit just tryin' to spite me Walk it off I top it off, wow you hood rats trying to bite me You have him? I been at him, girl I own that ass Little heffer hoochie momma please, you ain't bad! [Hook] Uhuh, See thats why I don't like ya'll bitches anyway Always up on my motherfucking man Trying to be cute You ain't cute Shit, bitch is nasty Ya'll bitchs is nas-ty