Verse 1:
More money, more riches,
more freaky model misses.
six four booty make it hit switches.
Shawty sittin' on forty inches.
I like her, she like me.
I wanna love her, she wanna love me.
That happenin' is unlikely.
I got her thong where the ceiling fan lights be.
Spinnin' like a tornado.
Then I eat it up like it’s gourmet food.
Then i beat it up like boom, boom, boom.
Then I get ghost like zoom.
Climb on top of me, underneath the sheets.
Cause I’m about to take you down,
and change your last name to Mrs. Brown.
Chorus(x2):
She know she can get it, get it.
She know she can get it, get it.
She know she can get it, get it.
So I’mma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra.
Verse 2:
If I don't give it to her,
she gone take it.
But when she do it to you, she be fakin'.
She a five star chick on my A-list.
I have her body bent over like the matrix.
I ain’t mad at her, do ya thing girl.
I bet you never had an R&B singer.
I promise you will never go back,
so let me hit it out the park.
It go V.A., L.A., New York, Atlanta.
Houston, Chi-town
rollin' on the tour bus.
I seen a lot of ladies but im feeling you,
I gotta let you know
Shawty you can get it.
Chorus(x2):
She know she can get it, get it.
She know she could get it, get it.
She know she could get it, get it.
So I’mma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra.