Oh Yeah (feat. Trey Songz)

Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone

Them bitches say they miss me, tell 'em, "Shawty, not long"

Got 'em so turned on till they so turned out

'Cause I'm so turnt up, and I'm burnin' that loud

I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like "Wow"

Catch me at Philippe Chow or at Vegas in Tao

It's a sold-out crowd, bitches from the front row

Up to the nosebleeds, and they all wanna go

Know they all wanna go

I make 'em say (Oh, oh)

Ay, don't they all wanna go? Ay, don't they, Trey? (Yeah, yeah)

Hey, if your girl wanna go, tell her say (Oh, oh)

And if that broad wanna go, she should say (Yeah, yeah)

Now from L.A. to the Bay, I make 'em say (Oh, oh)

And from New York to M-I-A, bitches say (Yeah, yeah)

From Chi-Town to the D, bitches scream (Oh, oh)

St. Louis, Houston, do you wanna go with me? (Yeah)

Hey, you can catch me in Atlanta with my pedal to the floor

On that 599, guts like a bloody nose

Ain't no secret how I kick it, ****, e'rybody know

'Bout my paper, sorry, no time for you haters, gotta go

When I'm on the West Coast, in that Ghost, on the low

1-5 for a movie, quarter-mill for a show

Got a pill in a bottle for the broad, for a ho

Sweetheart to a lady, still hard on a ho

Thank God for my lady, I know they be on that radio wilin'

While we chillin' somewhere on a island, smilin'

On a big yacht, is he really that hot?

Ain't you, too? ****, guess not

Bitches hoppin' on my dick 'fore I hop up out the car

Walk away wit' 5 or 6 as I'm passin' by the bar

See, I'm tuggin' on my zipper as I fire up my cigar

Let's get this straight, you gon' get naked, get it crackin' till tomorrow

Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone

Them bitches say they miss me, tell 'em, "Shawty, not long"

Got 'em so turned on till they so turned out

'Cause I'm so turnt up, and I'm burnin' that loud

I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like "Wow"

Catch me at Philippe Chow or at Vegas in Tao

It's a sold-out crowd, bitches from the front row

Up to the nosebleeds, and they all wanna go

Know they all wanna go

I make 'em say (Oh, oh)

Ay, don't they all wanna go? Ay, don't they, Trey? (Yeah, yeah)

Hey, if your girl wanna go, tell her say (Oh, oh)

And if that broad wanna go, she should say (Yeah, yeah)

Now from L.A. to the Bay, I make 'em say (Oh, oh)

And from New York to M-I-A, bitches say (Yeah, yeah)

From Chi-Town to the D, bitches scream (Oh, oh)

St. Louis, Houston, do you wanna go with me? (Yeah)

Yeah, we in the same book, but I'm on another page (Capisce?)

King off the leash, out the cage, on the streets

Kill **** like AIDS, cut bitches like blades

Shine always, fuck you and whatever y'all say

Bitch ****, I'm paid even when I'm locked up

Heard **** went broke, well, shawty not us

Caught a case, did a bid, they say shawty washed up

To a bitch, bullshit, then shawty popped up

In your muhfuckin' town, just to show it's goin' down

My brother and my lil' cousins got your lady goin' round

****, I don't want her, I'm so superior by far

She'll never see the inside of my car

Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone

Them bitches say they miss me, tell 'em, "Shawty, not long"

Got 'em so turned on till they so turned out

'Cause I'm so turnt up, and I'm burnin' that loud

I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like "Wow"

Catch me at Philippe Chow or at Vegas in Tao

It's a sold-out crowd, bitches from the front row

Up to the nosebleeds, and they all wanna go

Know they all wanna go

I make 'em say (Oh, oh)

Ay, don't they all wanna go? Ay, don't they, Trey? (Yeah, yeah)

Hey, if your girl wanna go, tell her say (Oh, oh)

And if that broad wanna go, she should say (Yeah, yeah)

Now from L.A. to the Bay, I make 'em say (Oh, oh)

And from New York to M-I-A, bitches say (Yeah, yeah)

From Chi-Town to the D, bitches scream (Oh, oh)

St. Louis, Houston, do you wanna go with me? (Yeah, yeah)

(Oh, oh)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Oh, oh)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Oh, oh)

(Yeah, yeah)