Shawty

[Verse 1: Chalie Boy]

Got a bad ass face

And a body do the food

Can't help staring at her waist cause I'm in love with how she move

Look like poetry in motion when she get down in her groove

Peeping her, she peepin me, so I'm bout to see what it do

(Oh Shawty)

Look at how she wobble when she walk with it

I can tell how she look naked even though she outfitted

Now you did it, backing it up

A regular brother be packing it up

Better one tired you acting me girl

I'm known for flipping and smacking it up

Letting you know

If you let me get a hold her ain't gonna let go

Baby girl got me losing control

By the way you move fast and move it slow

Droppin it low

Pick it back up and wine on me

Bust it open grind on me

Make it feel like it's mine only

Show yo naked spine on me

Grab me by the hand, I don't know where you heading

Throw me in the corner put it on me then you got me begging

Please ! Please !

Shawty is you crazy, do da good lady

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]

Yeah

Girl my game is legendary but I hear that you the truth

Know my swagger is trough the roof and my rims looking bigger than a hola-hoop

Pretty chick the type to melt, real good shape just like my health

Soon as she says she likes my belt, hit her with a quick stroke like Michael Phelps

They call me Chamillionaire, millions yeah that's what I'm bout

I ain't talking millions cause to me ya million is not a lot

If you talk my language baby, Imma be right there on the dot

I'm a pull up on swangers baby, Southern styling in my drop

TV screens and a satellite play, I'm a tell a hater to have a nice day

Break boys off with the trunk on wave, pull up on a mini-truck like HEY!

I stay calm, super cool, telling ya girl to remove her shoes

Then I might have her twist it front and backwards like a rubrics cube

This ain't even a Mercedes she think it's a Mayback

The back seat got so much space she feel like she way back

That boy Koopa goin get jack, you don't really wanna say that

Bet that iron heat ya shirt, start'cha up like lay-flat

Never broke, twisted oak, Elvis caddy like a boat

Getcha goggles we fins to float, got air shots so getcha coat

Hold up they keep asking me how I fit them wheels up on the lac?

25 inch fifth wheel, I call it the quarterback

All the huslters in the city like "where the heck you order that?"

Big wheel that's on the back, this one wheel just 'ford a flat

H-town still on the map, Texas boys still known to stack

Texas boys still known to stack, like Mike Jones I brought it back

Hooked up with that Chalie Boy I know it's been a little minute, trick

So much green, all this cheese, makes me want some spinach dip

Girl tell me I be talking fly, I was born like tell me why

You talking when I'm talking you are the weakest link, goodbye !

Used to have a lil money problem, used to have a lil money holder

Now my wallet so stretched out that I walk around with a money folder

Made my quarter, made a quarter, then I turn that to a milli

Ya girl leeking while listening to me

How can you compete with me, really?