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