Grab That!

[Intro] Uh, I ain't made one for the ladies yet This one for y'all Uh, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Chorus] Ayo, throw that ass back If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat Uh, ayo, throw that ass back If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat [Verse 1] Uh, ayo, I guess tonight she going in Throwin' and she rollin' and she hoein' wit her friends Slowin' with the motion, gotta hit em with the spins She ain't showin no emotions, no, she got some thick skin So I asked her if she ever fucked a rap nigga Said she did, but they really couldn't rap nigga Said she was a shooter, so you know she like to clap niggas Said, "Nas, do you wanna see it clap, nigga?" Yeah, she a meanie Her body poppin' like genie She molly poppin', get steamy She probably got me, she dreamy She twerking that fuckin' thang Her pussy poppin', she creamy She working up at the flame She clocking in when she leave me She building up and she stackin' Packin' and never lackin' Ass fillin' up, it's clapping Throw backwards like it's pig latin From trenches like she be trappin' Full of herself, no cappin' No snitchin', she never yappin' Hit bitches, she steady slappin', uh! [Chorus] Ayo, throw that ass back If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat Uh, ayo, throw that ass back If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat [Interlude] Uh, yeah, yeah Why? 'Cause you beautiful, girl! Uh, alright I need everybody to the dance floor Yeah, you too, you over there Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] If you a CNA, a teacher Twerk that ass all on the bleachers Cashier or a nurse Pop that pussy, then disperse If you a stripper or a maid Make it clap like a parade Even if you unemployed Twerk that ass, fuck what they say CEO? Gotta degree? Pop that pussy like Nicki Even if you a social worker Man, I know that you a twerker Retail clerkers? Them bitches flippin' burgers? Oh my god, you killin' shit Issa fuckin murder This one for da' Rihannas Them bitches from Weezyana Them bitches who name is Quisha, Biancas, and them Briannas And even in the cabanas And if you listen to Gunna Them wifeys and babymamas Them bitches whippin' a hummer Oh, hummers all in the summer Show that ass like plumber Shake it fast like a Runner Bitch, do that shit for Obama Hop on it, cause some drama Drop it in yo pajamas Pop it in the Bahamas You got that shit from yo mama Uh