| 作词 : Alexander, Carter, Williams | |
| Biotch, Biotch | |
| (Chorus - Baby (Cristale)) | |
| (Get that dough) | |
| Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, C'mon | |
| (Get that dough) | |
| Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro | |
| (Get that dough) | |
| Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, Wooo | |
| (Get that dough) | |
| Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro | |
| (Lil Wayne) | |
| I pull up slow, chrome flashin | |
| lil daddy in a long Cabbi | |
| Big hat pimp strong daddy | |
| Got my hoes on my arm daddy | |
| Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro | |
| earthly green, purple weed, purple V, | |
| with purple seats, murck the streets | |
| And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet | |
| But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe | |
| I know ya will, get ya ass over here | |
| And take off my polar bear | |
| I'm the coldest player of most my age | |
| Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old | |
| And shorty got crazy paper | |
| Cash Money's my army, my navy paper | |
| Understand, Weezy is made of paper | |
| I got "Baby" paper | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Cristale) | |
| Floss our bitch, or get tossed out | |
| Stunna time criss-crossed out | |
| Birdman the bad bitches bossed out | |
| So fly nigga we dont walk out | |
| Time to get Nina Rossed out | |
| I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out | |
| What's the muthafuckin talk bout | |
| Get you niggaz chalked out | |
| Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout | |
| (Baby) | |
| You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy) | |
| I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies | |
| See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up | |
| And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up | |
| It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams | |
| Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand | |
| See I come through shinin, known big tymin | |
| Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Tateeze) | |
| I come Harley D, black bike all chrome | |
| Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from | |
| (Baby) | |
| See I'ma slide on through, then I stash the loot | |
| Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do | |
| (Tateeze) | |
| Got the suit you to wear some pumps on | |
| matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard | |
| (Baby) | |
| I jock that, so wipe a nigga down | |
| Let's dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go | |
| (Tateeze) | |
| The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot | |
| the groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks | |
| Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these | |
| You got me, can I get the car keys | |
| (Baby) | |
| See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe | |
| And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes | |
| Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor | |
| Rocked out Nexus 2K bird hoe, Wooo! | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Alexander, Carter, Williams | |
| Biotch, Biotch | |
| Chorus Baby Cristale | |
| Get that dough | |
| Look wipe a bitch down, let' s dribble on a hoe, C' mon | |
| Get that dough | |
| Let' s pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro | |
| Get that dough | |
| Look wipe a bitch down, let' s dribble on a hoe, Wooo | |
| Get that dough | |
| Let' s pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro | |
| Lil Wayne | |
| I pull up slow, chrome flashin | |
| lil daddy in a long Cabbi | |
| Big hat pimp strong daddy | |
| Got my hoes on my arm daddy | |
| Ain' t that amazing, specially when I' m blazin that dro | |
| earthly green, purple weed, purple V, | |
| with purple seats, murck the streets | |
| And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet | |
| But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe | |
| I know ya will, get ya ass over here | |
| And take off my polar bear | |
| I' m the coldest player of most my age | |
| Quote my age, 19 but my money' s much old | |
| And shorty got crazy paper | |
| Cash Money' s my army, my navy paper | |
| Understand, Weezy is made of paper | |
| I got " Baby" paper | |
| Chorus | |
| Cristale | |
| Floss our bitch, or get tossed out | |
| Stunna time crisscrossed out | |
| Birdman the bad bitches bossed out | |
| So fly nigga we dont walk out | |
| Time to get Nina Rossed out | |
| I' ma let the heat speak, see I' m talked out | |
| What' s the muthafuckin talk bout | |
| Get you niggaz chalked out | |
| Chitown and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout | |
| Baby | |
| You can shine like stunna Papi it' s all gravy | |
| I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies | |
| See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up | |
| And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up | |
| It' s the muhmuhman, that I hustle for grams | |
| Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand | |
| See I come through shinin, known big tymin | |
| Red Caddi truck, nigga I' m grindin | |
| Chorus | |
| Tateeze | |
| I come Harley D, black bike all chrome | |
| Your queen is home, daddy tell ' em where they went from | |
| Baby | |
| See I' ma slide on through, then I stash the loot | |
| Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do | |
| Tateeze | |
| Got the suit you to wear some pumps on | |
| matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard | |
| Baby | |
| I jock that, so wipe a nigga down | |
| Let' s dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go | |
| Tateeze | |
| The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot | |
| the groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks | |
| Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these | |
| You got me, can I get the car keys | |
| Baby | |
| See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe | |
| And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes | |
| Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor | |
| Rocked out Nexus 2K bird hoe, Wooo! | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Alexander, Carter, Williams | |
| Biotch, Biotch | |
| Chorus Baby Cristale | |
| Get that dough | |
| Look wipe a bitch down, let' s dribble on a hoe, C' mon | |
| Get that dough | |
| Let' s pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro | |
| Get that dough | |
| Look wipe a bitch down, let' s dribble on a hoe, Wooo | |
| Get that dough | |
| Let' s pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro | |
| Lil Wayne | |
| I pull up slow, chrome flashin | |
| lil daddy in a long Cabbi | |
| Big hat pimp strong daddy | |
| Got my hoes on my arm daddy | |
| Ain' t that amazing, specially when I' m blazin that dro | |
| earthly green, purple weed, purple V, | |
| with purple seats, murck the streets | |
| And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet | |
| But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe | |
| I know ya will, get ya ass over here | |
| And take off my polar bear | |
| I' m the coldest player of most my age | |
| Quote my age, 19 but my money' s much old | |
| And shorty got crazy paper | |
| Cash Money' s my army, my navy paper | |
| Understand, Weezy is made of paper | |
| I got " Baby" paper | |
| Chorus | |
| Cristale | |
| Floss our bitch, or get tossed out | |
| Stunna time crisscrossed out | |
| Birdman the bad bitches bossed out | |
| So fly nigga we dont walk out | |
| Time to get Nina Rossed out | |
| I' ma let the heat speak, see I' m talked out | |
| What' s the muthafuckin talk bout | |
| Get you niggaz chalked out | |
| Chitown and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout | |
| Baby | |
| You can shine like stunna Papi it' s all gravy | |
| I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies | |
| See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up | |
| And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up | |
| It' s the muhmuhman, that I hustle for grams | |
| Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand | |
| See I come through shinin, known big tymin | |
| Red Caddi truck, nigga I' m grindin | |
| Chorus | |
| Tateeze | |
| I come Harley D, black bike all chrome | |
| Your queen is home, daddy tell ' em where they went from | |
| Baby | |
| See I' ma slide on through, then I stash the loot | |
| Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do | |
| Tateeze | |
| Got the suit you to wear some pumps on | |
| matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard | |
| Baby | |
| I jock that, so wipe a nigga down | |
| Let' s dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go | |
| Tateeze | |
| The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot | |
| the groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks | |
| Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these | |
| You got me, can I get the car keys | |
| Baby | |
| See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe | |
| And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes | |
| Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor | |
| Rocked out Nexus 2K bird hoe, Wooo! | |
| Chorus |
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