(feat. Lil' Head) 



[talking] 

That's right, Fat Rat with the cheese 

We pimping on this one, come on 



[Hook: Lil' Head] 

Girl, what's it gonna be 

Cause you messing, with a real life playa 

That's getting them G's 

And I ain't got time for games 

Or won't balling, just for mayn 

Is you cutting, is you fucking 

Lil' Mama, is you coming with me 

Baby, tell me what it's gonna be 



[Lil' O] 

Look, I don't play no games 

Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names 

I saw you peeping me, hopping out the Range Ro' thang 

With my piece glistening, like a rainbow cane 

But anyways I'm Lil' O, the Fat Rat with the cheese 

From H-Town Clutch City, Southside of the tree 

You can hop up in the truck, or we can slide in my V 

I'll let my dog drive it, that was him following me 

But I just leave him the Range, and we can hop in the Benz 

On one condition, you gotta let me hop in them skins 

Cause your ass look like, it could possibly win 

The big butt competition, at the Holiday Inn 

She started to grin, laugh said boy you wild 

Is them alligator shoes, or is them crocodile 

I told her mama come chill, post up for a while 

At the hotel suite, we can smoke for a while, so come on 



[Hook] 



[Lil' O] 

She said it's real, I'm loving your game 

In fact I saw you in Miami, on Memorial Day 

You was deep with them Houston boys, hogging the lane 

And ever since that moment, you been all in my brain 

I told her yeah that's how we do it, when we step out of town 

So we can break a nigga neck, if he step out of bounds 

But that ain't what we about, all that plexing with clowns 

We'd rather ball get some broads, and get to sexing em down 

But look here, not to sound like I'm some head honcho 

But this club too packed, let's burn off pronto 

Look Pocahontus, let me be your Tonto 

That's when her friends, really jumped in my Convo 

(don't leave with him girl), why y'all wanna stop us 

Don't listen to them hoes, boo they baller blockers 

I just wanna kiss you, on your awesome knockers 

And trust me, O's sex is off the rockers 



[Hook] 



[Lil' O] 

She told her friends, look at his watch 

Cause the back of his Benz, say six o'clock 

And she knew that I could dress, cause my 'fit was hot 

I had the Burberry shirt, with the matching shorts 

Then she said she ain't get it, since her man been locked up 

And said she wanna playa, that can tear some cot up 

Spank her all rough, have her ass all popped up 

No strings attached, when we done just hop up 

I said well I'm the one boo, I'm no impostor 

You dealing with a certified, Braeswood mobster 

I can fill your body up, with steak and lobster 

Or take you on a lake, for crab cake and pasta 

No fake on this offer, you'd be silly 

Cause I'm a Down South balla, that can fuck you silly 

Then blow dro with you mama, bust the philly 

Now stop playing games, baby what's the deally 



[Hook] 



[talking] 

Baby what's up, you gon leave or what 

(baby tell me what it's gonna be) 

Man don't listen to your friends man, they hating 

Let's do this, (baby tell me what it's gonna be) 

Come on, I'm fin to give the valet my ticket 

Right now, we fin to pull up right now 

(baby tell me what it's gonna be) 

I got the dro already baby, let's go to the suite for real 

(baby tell me what it's gonna be), come on