Lyrics:

Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip

I no say want no line from you
Me a want fi, worry on the one and two
When I see you flying out of Timbuktu
Chucking all the money from the tree I grew
I no say tear these eyes from you
Caught me in the middle of the ball I threw
If you want me bowing to the glass I drew
I could melt the colors, leave a stain on you
Time warped 'round me
Crystal calibrate around me
Nice, oh, nice, oh, naughty
Count the cooking in an old school county
Time warped round me
Crystal calibrate around me
Nice, oh, nice, oh, naughty
Count the cooking in an old school county
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip
Rocket on a compact disc
Pussy and a pocket full of Poe and piss
E-I-E-I, hoe want my kiss
Dig up, dig out, hoe, what's your bliss?
Anytime I do it, shawty, pop for me
Feeling like a nigga won the lottery
I been getting money, I do not do free
I been getting pussy, I been riding (shh)
All eyes on me (all eyes on me)
Came in with the killas and gorillas
And the swangas with the switches
I ain't selfish, I will let you and your hoe feel it
Knocking niggas off the corner like I'm Bowe Riddick
Bitch, I'm so wit' it, mmh
Baby, just go wit' it
Oh, I'm fo' sho wit' it
And if you want it, we can go get it
(Okay, hol' on, let me slide one last time)
Lights go flash, guns go blast
And we up in this club, but this love don't last
Passion is fading, I'ma give you my last
Take a sip of this wine, put your head in my lap, uh, yeah, uh
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip
Rocket on a compact disc
Pussy and a pocket full of Poe and piss
E-I-E-I, hoe want my kiss
Dig up, dig out, hoe, what's your bliss?
I don't know, know where to go
Bouncing off the walls, got a disco soul
Pounce them goals, pressure on the bows
When they get to swinging, I'ma spark my coal
Prime your poles, twist up your toes
Fly up the jet, make your neck on froze
Dice and roll, don't take a toll
Turn up the beat, make 'em lose control
I don't know, know where to go
Bouncing off the walls, got a disco soul
Pounce them goals, pressure on the bows
When they get to swinging, I'ma spark my coal
Prime your poles, twist up your toes
Fly up the jet, make your neck on froze
Dice and roll, don't take a toll
Turn up the beat, make 'em lose control