Peace Sign

[Chorus: Red Café] Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie I be countin’ this money You can get freaky while you're rollin’ my Cali [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Fornication in the Fontainebleau 4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to you I could spend it all, then spend a night with you But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands Bail hard but they all call up 'bout our first name I'ma change the bitch last name Don't wanna hear stories ‘bout your last lame We sippin' syrup in the fast lane Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date I seen a brick in the 9th grade Swerve up on a bitch and I might say [Chorus: Red Café] Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie I be countin’ this money You can get freaky while you're rollin’ my Cali [Verse 2: Rick Ross] We turn into the book of thugs Slip and slide in the kitchen while you cooking up I eat your pussy while your legs up Front to back, side to side, then I blow all in your butt She say my life is like a true crime One time for Buddy Roe that nigga still ridin' So I fuck her like I'm locked up For every young soldier that's boxed up Home boy snake straight fuck nigga Then it's time to cut him off, you can't fuck with him These bitches like a gift to me So I love the pussy that she gives to me [Chorus: Red Café] Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie I be countin’ this money You can get freaky while you're rollin’ my Cali [Verse 3: Rick Ross] She fell in love on the first date Know I'm gettin’ money in the worst way I'm the talk at all the barber shops And you the one them hoes gossip 'bout Fellatio you know I keep the pistol in her mouth Fuck her with her shoes on all around the house Sometimes we talk and we both cry Both make mistakes and we both lie Had a seizure once drivin’ and she took the wheel Flew me to my mom's and she foot the bill Type of bitch that I would ride for Give or take a bullet, nigga, even die for her [Chorus: Red Café] Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’ Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie I be countin’ this money You can get freaky while you're rollin’ my Cali [Outro: Red Café] Hey girl Hey girl Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign