[Music Video Intro]
Thirsty Boy Entertainment all day and tomorrow
Hate on it if you want, bitch you gon be on the sidelines
We fuckin' cruisin' in our rovers, ho
Either get on it, or get the fuck off it
If that bitch ain't plan on suckin' your dick get that bitch off the phone, no shame

[Intro: Count Mack]
Macky
Brooke Candy on the track
God, have you seen her?

[Hook: Count Mack & Brooke Candy]
My name Count Mack, gotta ring to it
Put on my track, that ass clap, put a swing to it
Put it on when we, Uh, it's her theme music
Put it on when we, Uh, she gon' sing to it
She gon' sing to it (Oh), she gon' sing to it (Uh)
Put it on when we, Uh, it's her theme music (Uh)
It's her theme music (Oh), it's her theme music (What?)
Put it on when we, Uh, she gon' sing to it (Oh)

[Verse 1: Brooke Candy]
B, R, double O, K, E
Sweet and sour bitch, man, I'm on 10 G
Licky, sucky-fucky ménage-a-three
Wanna get the bitch wet? Better get dom-e
I'm the realest bitch in the whole damn club
Shiny shimmer thong, tryna puff up a dub
Diamonds in my weave, plus that fresh, clean scrub
Lady of the night, day time thug
Main bitch, mistress, got a couple girlfriends
We all on a pill and we 'bout to do some backbends
Main bitch, mistress, got a couple girlfriends
We all on a pill and we 'bout to do some backbends
Black Benz, S-Class, 5-50
Get what I want, guess you could call me thrifty
White girl cashflow feelin' so Taylor Swifty
Pussy so cold I'ma make yo ass miss me
[Hook: Count Mack & Brooke Candy]
My name Count Mack, gotta ring to it
Put on my track, that ass clap, put a swing to it
Put it on when we, Uh, it's her theme music
Put it on when we, Uh, she gon' sing to it
She gon' sing to it (Oh), she gon' sing to it (Uh)
Put it on when we, Uh, it's her theme music (Uh)
It's her theme music (Oh), it's her theme music (What?)
Put it on when we, Uh, she gon' sing to it (Oh)

[Bridge: Count Mack]
Stepped in the club and I brought my own liquor
Brought my own cup and I brought my own mixer
Brought my own skunk, dude I brought my own Swisher
Brought my own slut, brou-brought my own stripper

[Verse 2: Count Mack]
Hit the T-bar, make that bitch stomp for me
Pass a purse and weed and make her roll a blunt for me
So pretty, all these bitches wanna talk to me
Gettin' money but you're still not a boss to me
Standin' on stage in front of neon signs
You send a boss up, [?], grind and shine
While you went to the bar to get a can of beer
Got your girlfriend swingin' from the chandelier
Lookin' at my wrist, think it's 'bout time I showed off
Look at my bitch, goddamn I hope she old enough
Fill the cup with liq, take it down, then I pour another
Gettin' rich, your boy's on a stunt
[Hook: Count Mack & Brooke Candy]
My name Count Mack, gotta ring to it
Put on my track, that ass clap, put a swing to it
Put it on when we, Uh, it's her theme music
Put it on when we, Uh, she gon' sing to it
She gon' sing to it (Oh), she gon' sing to it (Uh)
Put it on when we, Uh, it's her theme music (Uh)
It's her theme music (Oh), it's her theme music (Uh)
Put it on when we, Uh, she gon' sing to it