Lyrics:

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'
But I just can't quit
because one of these honeys Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the EP a secret, why not?
Why blow up my spot cause we both got caught?
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benzes
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree

Chorus:

(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa!
(I love it when you call me big pop-pa)
To the honeys gettin' money playin niggas like dummies, uh
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
(why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby

Verse Two:

Straight up, honey, really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be mackin' but they be actin'
Who they attractin' with that line, 'What's your name what's your sign'
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A T-bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (true)
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the Jacuzzi smoke Ls while you do me

Chorus

Verse Three:

(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes
Givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream!
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin' Os, smokin' lines, Optimos
Money, hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
However living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's I'm the man, girlfriend
(Honey, check it
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Shit, we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah keep bangin)

Chorus

Outro: Uh, check it out.
Uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior Mafia, represent. Baby, baby!
Uh