Hittin On Ya

I get my shit straightened out All from the start it's pressed and starched I don't need no stupid hoe I'm not impressed with body parts Usually I'm about my bag But right now I'm gon' need a cart I'll be fillin' it for so long I might forget where I parked Man I got a heavy load A Persian bitch who belly roll She fill me up with lettuce cheese I feel like a deli roll No matter what I get my way I dare you to tell me no Quickly I turn to a cobra That's just me in Shelby mode I got it down I'ma get it on You don't know what kind of shit I'm on I knock the dust off a mothafuck That's what I call hitting on ya I got it down I'ma get it on You don't know what kind of shit I'm on I knock the dust off a mothafuck That's what I call hitting I'm gon' bust this nut And you gon' catch it like the Holy Ghost I thought they was sleeping on me But they all was comatose I don't take the recommended dosage Bitch I overdose Baby I'm gon' f*ck it up Cut the lights and close the door I'ma be in it till climax That's the big O rollin' eyes back And shit if I do it I'm doing it big I'm making a movie it's IMAX At first I was showing a lot of you love And now I am coming for mine back I dare a mufucka to bite off of me I'm a great white I'ma bite back I got it down I'ma get it on You don't know what kind of shit I'm on I knock the dust off a mothafuck That's what I call hitting on ya I got it down I'ma get it on You don't know what kind of shit I'm on I knock the dust off a mothafuck That's what I call hitting on ya