[Intro: T-Pain | Jermaine Dupri]
Nappy Boy, ooh-wee
Hey, I told these niggas (Uh) (Ooh-wee)
(You know what this need? This need me)
Anything I can dance, I'm getting on, haha
Everybody say yeah
Oh, oh, oh
(You know what this need? This need me) (Ayo)
[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri]
I never made love to a rap song but I got some dome to one
From the studio all the way home to one
Drop-top, giving the truck drivers a show
She wasn't trippin', neither was I, so I let her blow
Bumpin' Carter III like it's number IV (Yo)
I'm ridin' fast, she come up and say, "Take it slow
And by the way, can you switch to that new 'Ye?
I don't know the name but I think it's somethin' when he say that's why your wins low" (Oh, girl)
Now you're, now you're speakin' my language (Uh)
I got that, long as you keep doin' the same shit
75 North goin' one twenty-five (Huh?)
Mouth on my jimmy and her head on my thigh (Okay)
Johnny Gill like a muh'fucka, "My, my, my"
I'm tryna keep from bustin', cussin', lookin' in the sky
Young College Park, roller skates no stop her
She did it with no hands, I said, "Damn, Waka Flocka"
Haha, y'all know what this is
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherfucker, I'm ill
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (Uh), it's your birthday (Uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie while we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
[Verse 2: T-Pain]
And you've been on my mind all day (All day)
I know you're with it
(I know you're with it, baby, uh)
And I'ma do you like Kanye, 'cause "I'ma let you finish" (I'ma let you finish)
You can get it (You can get it)
Or we can do it East Coast style, and I'll keep on my fitted
I said I got the gangsta feelin'
I feel like breakin' you off, you off, you off (Off)
Or we can take it way down South, Rick Ross on the iPad ('cause you the Boss's girl)
Super thick thighs and your booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (Boom!)
Wait, hold up, she got a donk (Yep), she got a donk (Yep), she got a donk
I'm 'bout to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong, but we can make love to a rap song
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherfucker, I'm ill
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (Uh), it's your birthday (Uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie while we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My jeans sag, boy got a mean swag
Right now you're rockin' with the finest and I mean that
Really, you the finest, and I mean that
Pants fitted, damnit, where your jeans at?
Makin' love to a rap song
Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, huh
Like Akon, we can stack it all up
Or do you like I'm Juvi', make you back it all up
That's all shorty ever was
Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks
Hot is all shorty ever been
Blow a couple racks in Barney's on that Phillip Lim
Ballin', it's ya birthday
You know that champagne'll get your boy to first base
Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger
Number one niggas, Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherfucker, I'm ill
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (Uh), it's your birthday (Uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie while we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a motherfucker, I'm ill
Baby, we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (Uh), it's your birthday (Uh)
We gon' party like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie while we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
