Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Yeah hey



Bright lights, big dreams

Nice night or so it seems

Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans

Praying that she might get seen by a nigga with a contract

With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things

Like more rings for her fingers

She used to fuck singers but said they too soft, just copped a new loft

For you walk into her crib got to take her shoes off

Thats only step one your dress is next hun

You say your kid sleep, I don't want no step son

But lead the way to your bed room, king size bed so we got leg room

She give Queen like head so we got head room, my God

Than I work her like its my job

Her moans are like music to my ears ipod



And than I hit the door, cause baby I got to go

Oh yeah don't act like you don't know

I know you've been through this before



Check it, I make the rich bitch beg

Make the good girl steal

Make the old ladies blush

Make the young hoes squeal

For real, for real



Good girl huh, father was a preacher

Sent her off to college thought I got her on a leash though

From the outside though, them girls be the squeakiest

You get 'em inside them girls be the freakiest



Mischievous, downright devious

Say she want cake I got all the right ingredients

Running round fronting like a pure white virgin

Gave a nigga dome while her father gave a Sermon

Amen, let the choir sing

She be walking round campus like the quiet thing

So niggas scared to approach when they admiring

Man if they know like I know she got that fire thing

Pour a little OJ with some P-trone

I'm feeling ok, but homie she's gone

When remmy Rev called she just ignore him

I had her calling on God till the weed

And than I hit the door nigga



Cause baby I got to go

Oh yeah don't act like you don't know

I know you've been through this before



Check it, I make the rich bitch beg

Make the good girl steal

Make the old ladies blush

Make the young hoes squeal

For real, for real