Loose

Get g-get get loose now

Benny boom! Turn the bass up louder

'Til every single titty jiggle harder

She a hoochie watch the mini skirt ride up

Dimes and pennies twerk, get it hotter

Hoochies want to get on the guest list

Eat a small dinner so you fit in your dresses

Fuck a meal, go for mills

Big breast get treated like guest

I'm serving dick for breakfast, pussy pop

She like three things: The club, money, sex, yes!

Just like hip hop, did a full strut when we pulled up

She said she like d's, I said deeeez nuts!

Ain't that what you want, a hilton ain't a trump

Make sex tapes get dicked, get dumped

All this money make a bitch go dumb

Coke on the tip will make a bitch go numb

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma

Hood rat, hood rat a hoochie mamma

Get get get loose now

Get get get loose now

Get get get loose now

Get get get loose now

Go head and get it nigga, you know you want it nigga

She solid gold nigga, anna nicole nigga

I'm about to show this glorified ho

How my hip hop dick head bang like rock and roll nigga

She got to have it cinematic like netflix

Hd documented pearl drop necklace

She going to call herself a classy bitch

Live in chelsea but her naughty parts the meat pack district

Got milk duds, face like rihana

Got me popping retro fashion

That make me want to cash in, smashing

Trim bush like shirley last season

What's happenin' roj!

A prima donna in her dolce and gabbana

You can find her well travel from nicaragua to ghana

Up front, you bait her right and she going to bite like a piranha

Cause she, she ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma

Oh n-n-no, hold up I got some shit to say

Cause all these copy catting bitches copy me all day

Call me out my name why don't you come around my way

I got my cousin baby mother and a brother on the way

Fake bitches want to be this chick but they not

I don't lay on my back for tracks or sleep my way to the top

Sex ain't for beats or backstage passes, girl keep working that ass

You smarter than I thought you got your heart on my man assets

Oh no I cash his checks let's not forget and I fuck to bust nuts

Fuck a mans respect, I rap for money to spend to keep my panties wet

And just to keep bitches mad I keep bitches in check

Laying yourself in dirty sheets like hooker on the street

Rocking your coochie like that gucci that you bought up the street

I got mad styles for days your styles been played

And I every thing you rock today I did yesterday

Now girls I met they wanna fight me, talking shit just tryin' to spite me

Walk it off I top it off, wow you hood rats trying to bite me

You have him? I been at him, girl I own that ass

Little heffer hoochie momma please, you ain't bad!

Uhuh, see thats why I don't like ya'll bitches anyway

Always up on my motherfucking man

Trying to be cute

You ain't cute

Shit, bitch is nasty

Ya'll bitchs is nas-ty