Lyrics:

[Intro]
You wanna know what I like?
Mm-hm, yes, tell us, absolutely
You're sure you wanna know what I like?
Absolutely, tell us, dear
(Cállate, Mike Crook)
Yeah, I like (Goddamnit, Dupri), yeah

[Chorus]
I like when he hit my line talkin' nasty (Talkin' nasty)
I like when he tell me, 'Climb in the backseat' (In the backseat)
I thug niggas with a long rap sheet (Ayy, ayy)
I'm a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
He like when I hit his line talkin' nasty (Talkin' nasty)
He like when I tell him, 'Meet me in the backseat' (In the backseat)
He like how I hold the strap without askin' (Ayy, ayy)
I'm a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)

[Verse 1]
I don't need a beat, bitch, I'm on stage with the bands
In the club like ebony, I came here to dance
Hair down to my ass, skin look like cinnamon
p*ssy have a rap nigga singing like Jagger did
Bottle of Henny, get a fifth or more
Twerkin' at the liquor store (Ayy)
I don't kick it out how some niggas kick a door
Lookin' like a lick but this p*ssy what he lickin' on
Wrap a nigga bricks (Ayy) while he trappin' on the minute phone
[Pre-Chorus]
He know I just want the top like a toupee (Like a toupee)
I know he'll do whatever off the D'USSÉ (Off the D'USSÉ)
Young Rubi ain't the what the gold hoop say (Ayy)
Bag say 'Chanel,' I don't give a f*ck what you say (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I like when he hit my line talkin' nasty (Talkin' nasty)
I like when he tell me, 'Climb in the backseat' (In the backseat)