[Hook:Jay Montra] Got a b**h named Melly Hit her on her celly Pick that girl up and then I took her to my telly Whip that long dick out put it in her belly And you ain't going to to believe what the f** this b**h tell me She say You want it I got it You want it I got it You want it I got it We in this mother f**er! You want it I got it You want it I got it You want it I got it We in this mother f**er! [Verse 1:Jay Montra] Spanish girl named Rosa Got her tripping off Rose About to murder that p**y Bottles came with O.J Funny how the haters be the same ones on my cojones I ain't got time for bullsh** Ya'll boys, Ole I've been grinding here all day Got two cribs either booth or stage So who really wants to talk work See I make her work like no lunch break Ya'll swag mundane Ya'll crew under-paid And this Hard Work sponsored But easy to get her to the cama, cmon [Hook] [Verse 2:Jay Montra] I be poppa, she saying molly So thats what we doing right before this party She's on her girlfriend kissing her body While both of them on me I'm smoking that Barney And she ride me like a Harley Damn I swear that p**y insane Oh, your trying to f** too? Thrown on that beat from Baby Bane And work, work, work, work Pop that like a k**ers trigger Watch she pop that pill And then I pop up put this dick up in her [Hook] [Verse 3:Jay Montra] I know its on this what she missing We turnt up tonight, twisted Trippin Got her trippin (I'm) trying to get that And all is well in the M.I.A k** the p**y then k** the stage Out the shower she's ready to go Cut the lights off, super bowl That head good, that s** good Them lames hating they wish they could Moet stay on chill No contract but they know the deal [Hook]