Lyrics:

Drum Majors
Gorilla Tek, yo

Bad Boy, baby
Ball and G
Yeah
Ready?
Some of that ghetto love shit
Come on, let's go
Smash with my niggas, you know how we do
Flippin' through the hood, that's when I bumped into you
At the carwash jumpin' out your E-Class
Petite frame with ya lil' round fat ass
Ten and a half for your eyes and your pretty toes
I wanna know you but I heard you got a nigga though
Anyway, I'ma spit it like I know that you with it
My windows is tinted so he won't know that you with it
We can cruise the city and get the car weed scented
Drink of Henn', open up, let your boy squeeze in it
A G for real, I never play those games
Wanna get in your brain, put some ice in your chain
You can stay with your man, act a fool and complain
Come and get with your boy, we just hang and bang
That's the business but you don't want a nigga like me
You want a weak ass nigga just pretendin' to be
I wish I woulda said somethin'
That woulda made you stop walkin'
How can I let you know, girl
I'm tryna get at you, baby
I'm steady tryna stunt on you
I need another nigga up on you
How can I let you know, girl
I'm tryna get at you, baby
Baby, you need a hard leg, a straight nigga with no sugar
One that won't play no games and give it to ya
In the buck, doggystyle, the whole mile
Mix it up, with the new and the old style
Ain't you tired of your man hangin' up at your job
Followin' you 'round, talkin' 'bout you breakin' his heart
You too pretty to have a nigga prettier than you
You need a cutthroat nigga, baby, tell you the truth
I'm MJG and I ain't tryna stay in your face
Or crowd your space, or try to get a key to your place
I got my own spot, shit, but we gon' hit the hotel
I can't take you to my spot until I know that you're ready
See, I ain't the one to fall in love just in a week
Take all of my money, then go invest in a freak
I see somethin' I like, baby, can I just get a number?
Don't worry 'bout the stress and the pressure
He got you under the gun
I wish I woulda said somethin'
That woulda made you stop walkin'
How can I let you know, girl
I'm tryna get at you, baby
I'm steady tryna stunt on you
I need another nigga up on you
How can I let you know, girl
I'm tryna get at you, baby
If your boy call, tell him that you rollin' with your girls
Tell him y'all shoppin', you gon' meet him at the crib
Really I'ma have you somewhere diggin' in your ribs
Pullin' off the rubber and shootin' it on your lips
Dream about the day when I can hold your hips
Wanna spoil you and tell niggas you my bitch
See, you got a nigga, I don't wanna see y'all split
The real nigga in me make a nigga do that shit
You listenin' to your friends again, oh no
Why you wanna take advice from them? They so low
I'm the one that put the spark in your life all night
And all day, so motherfuck what they all say
Tell 'em MJ said it and MJ done it
Shot straight into your life like Haley's Comet
Eliminated them other cats who wanna run it
Peep the bullshit and take you away from it
I wish I woulda said somethin'
That woulda made you stop walkin'
How can I let you know, girl
I'm tryna get at you, baby
I'm steady tryna stunt on you
I need another nigga up on you
How can I let you know, girl
I'm tryna get at you, baby
Can I talk to you? I really wanna meet you, girl
I really wanna know your name, oh
Can I talk to you? I really wanna meet you, girl
I really wanna know your name, oh
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Ball and G
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Bad Boy
Drum Majors, I see you
I like this right here

Let's go