Bout It

She call me like she can't wait

She want it now, now, now, now

I give it to her that way

Right now, now, now, now

We pop and roll to the strip

Grind on that dick

I brought her back to the crib

Skipped the foreplay

She's laying down it's 2-ish

Right on my bed

Blonde bitch with her blue eyes

Like butter the way she spread

Oh man, I love my lil' chicka

My Nina, Melina,

Aurona, Melauna

She want the anaconda, right?

Yeah

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it?

Your body, your body is pure gold

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it?

The way you prove you're 'bout it, girl

She loves my style

Love the way I sound

Love the way I talk

Love the way I hang

God made no mistake

I done came a long way

So don't mind me

If I don't mind you

****, I got pill poppin' bitches in the back

Of the Cherokee

Bitches still don't know how to react

To sincerity

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it

Your body, your body is pure gold

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it

'Bout it, 'bout it

The way you prove you're 'bout it, girl

Stop telling those lies about me, girl

And I just might call you back sometime

A **** might just holler back sometime

I might just hit you back like

Stop telling those lies about me, girl

I might just call you back one day

I might just call you back one day

(Might just call you back)

Sex on the couch, no pull out

Sex on the couch, no pull out

(I might just call you back)

(I might just call you back)

(I)

Yeah, yeah