PAROLES
[Intro: benny mayne]
Shawty on fire
[Chorus: benny mayne]
Shawty on fire (Yeah), smokin’ exotic (Oh-oh)
I let my my baby hit Rodeo, blow some dollars (Yeah)
Drop-top Impala (Oh-woah), paint match her Prada’s (Oh-woah)
And now we bouncin’ in the whip like my hydraulics
[Verse 1: benny mayne]
You can’t even see with the tints (Yeah, yeah)
Candy gloss shinin’ like her lips
Pull up skrrtin’, heads are turnin’, throwin’ money, throwin’ fits
Shawty tryna grab up on my dick (Yeah, yeah)
Said she wanna fuck me in the whip
Now we slidin’ down Mulholland, I might crash it if she spits (Yeah)
Strokin’ on my ego, just don’t get it on the seats, though
Lil’ mama is a freak show
Mix the Henny with the weed smoke, yeah, yeah
Big ol’ whip like I’m steerin’ a boat
I got the sauce, got the drip and the glow
Bag full of money, just spend what you want, oh-oh
[Chorus: benny mayne]
Shawty on fire, smokin’ exotic (Oh-oh)
I let my my baby hit Rodeo, blow some dollars
Drop-top Impala (Oh-woah), paint match her Prada’s (Oh-woah)
And now we bouncin’ in the whip like my hydraulics (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Miles Wesley]
Shawty in the whip (Whip), smokin’ straight out the zip (Uh-uh)
Bumpin’ Ludacris like it’s 2006 (Yeah-yeah)
Probably decked out in the double-G print (No, no)
We lookin’ like the modern day Barbie and Ken
Skeet-skeet, skrrt-skrrt
Slidin’ down Ventura, through the lanes, I swerve
People starin’ crazy with their face all turnt
I ain’t even trippin’, I don’t blame those hurt (Yeah)
But I can’t leave the job unfinished (Yeah, yeah)
I’m just gettin’ started and I’m goddamn winning (Woah)
Shawty wanna fuck me on the all white linen (Yeah-yeah)
I’ma beat it up like I’m fresh out prison
Yeah, yeah, she sexy, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, she nasty (Oh yeah)
[Chorus: benny mayne]
Shawty on fire (Yeah), smokin’ exotic
I let my my baby hit Rodeo, blow some dollars (Yeah)
Drop-top Impala (Oh-woah), paint match her Prada’s (Oh-woah)
And now we bouncin’ in the whip like my hydraulics (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty on fire (Yeah), smokin’ exotic (Oh-oh)
I let my my baby hit Rodeo, blow some dollars (Yeah)
Drop-top Impala (Oh-woah), paint match her Prada’s (Oh-woah)
And now we bouncin’ in the whip like my hydraulics (Yeah, yeah)
