[Intro]
Oooh
Woah!
Oooh
I ain't goin’ baby

[Chorus]
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tear up the pussy proper (Go ham), it’s a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I'm tired

[Verse 1]
I get the dough, like Homer (Doh!)
All this paper look like homework (Woah!)
Shawty a glacier in a cold world (It's cold!)
Her booty flat like Converse
But when we converse, she said kind words
I like how your mind work, let's see how your brain is
I concur
Fuck 40 acres, want the whole world
Never complacent, come and place it
Right on my face lemme recline back
Actually, where was you thinkin' of buying that (Hmm hmm)
[Chorus]
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tear up the pussy proper (Go ham), it's a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I’m tired

[Verse 2]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
I got the dough, she got the cake
Let’s talk the show, no Ricki Lake
They paper trail like every day
We make the paper percolate
We had the tape to respect, they seen us
We grew up with some sticky fingers
'Cause I was serving a whole arena
I was right there when he had the Chingy
Then I was the shy n***a, blingy blingy
I open this bag, it get stinky, stinky
Hop in the Jag and get itty bitty
I’m outta town, man I miss the city
I might just buy a whole block off of Delmar
Throw me a fire show in the city
Tryna inspire the little kiddies
Tryna return it to the cribby, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tear up the pussy proper (No hands), it's a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I’m tired

[Interlude]
Damn, the fuck it's so cold in LA?
This muh'fuckin piece of shit...
Come on, damn!
Nephew... in this bitch smokin'
Nephew... smokin'
Write that shit n***a

[Outro]
Nowadays I, feel like I, can't fuck bitches without other bitches all knowin' my business
'Nage á trois on my mind like my locs
So I hop in my ride to meet you and your partner, mhm
The Southside a Chicago, mhm
On The 9 2 be proper plus Uber
They surgin Ibaka parkour on that pussy
Pop wheelies on your walls
A n***a purge on yo' pearls
I stick it up like jewelry shop, break ya down like a hoopti
Ol' faithful my getaway from my
My getaway