T. Mills - Wide Open lyrics

[Verse 1: Oktane] This here's for my ladies in their whips Something shiny on their lips Fine linen and they got expensive denim on they hips With their weave real tight and their stance real good And talk like the suburbs but live in the hood Probably drive something clean and act real mean And don't let too many weird n***as get all in-between They all about they money, never getting lazy Two letters, two words n***a F.U, pay me Boy I'm in these streets all over these beats Got your girl knee caps next to my feet Cause she like hot and I'm hot too She don't mess with lame n***a's and that's why she dropped you She buy her own drinks and I'm buying the bottles Face fine as wine and she swear she ain't a model And I like that, I love it she always let me grab it And she know I love a girl that know when to get ratchet [Hook] Now hit the ground (hit the ground) Pop your bu*t (pop your bu*t) Drop it down (drop it down) Pick it up (pick it up) Now arch your back (arch your back) For a stack (for a stack) Turn around (turn around) And make it clap Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open [Verse 2: Price Tag] One time, one time They call me pin it down price I'm putting hickeys where your chest go If you with the business time to get it baby, lets go Send the ratchets home, to 380 where the rest go When I get to thrashing then I'm pa**ing it to Esso Put me to the test though beat it something gruesome Me verse you you could call it a two-some If your man hating tell that n***a come and do something He can cross the line but look it better not be the deuce one Come come get it I'mma make you wanna beg I'm beat it I'mma beat it, Mayweather in the legs, yeah I ate Natalie and Ashley, a** be crafty them BOW boys nasty And I ain't even tryna be rude, but I don't touch it if it smell like sea food I know you feel it b**h it PT the realest And you better call the cops cause a n***a finna k** it [Hook] [Verse 3: T. Mills] It's Milly Man, I'm buzzing in the streets though You on my show cause that's where all the freaks go I always hit it, Larry Bird at the free throw So all these b**hes say I got a big ego I'm sparing hoes, Brittney f**ed a b**h in Houston so I saw a pic to Whitney We were taking d**, I think her name was Lindsay She just wanna F so I brought her a** some Fendi I play it like some keys I double up on women, they double up on D's I'mma f** your Aunty then I'mma f** your niece Hands behind her back like I was the police Make her bust it open let me see that a** go She real fine reminded me of my last ho And my brodies told me she was a bad woa But I ain't know that a girl could drop it that low [Hook]