She Can’t Do It

Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah 2 Chainz! [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy] I met her in November, fucked her in December She was on the dance floor, poppin with a bitch Then she bust it open, and started doing splits I said you can't do it like that on the dick You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya Do the math, do the math Do the math, do the math Nigga, you can add Do the math, do the math Do the math, yeah, we getting cash [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Going to the party, and my tank is on F My gun is on E, and ain't no telling what else D-4 belt, [?] turn me on, let me see your credit score I met her by the bar, she love long [?] She said [?] profiling You know where we at, we smoking on the loud Then she did a split, and dropped it down to the ground Never will I drown in, even in the deep end I got enough money, I can bond out a kingpin Shawty got a nice shape, head ain't on straight We went to eat Italian, and the bitch tried to order steak Met her on a Friday, text her on a Sunday Went out to eat, and got a room on a Monday Can't stay til Tuesday morning, I'm a have to split Let me see you do it like that on the dick [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy] You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya Do the math, do the math Do the math, do the math Nigga, you can add Do the math, do the math Do the math, yeah, we getting cash [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Talking on my IPhone, playing with my wifi Then I hit a button, and the top go [?] I name all my rides, my muscle car's [?] My Beemer [?], and my Porshe named LaLa Cocaine white, whip game proper Dark brown boots, walking in the Willy Wonka And yeah I'm going bonckers, going down Peach Street Smoking on strong, all the bitch do is ki-ki Now she wanna eat, now she watching TV I cut that bitch off, all you heard was bleep bleep I got game like an athlete I don't need no money, nigga, I got [?] [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy] I met her in November, fucked her in December She was on the dance floor, poppin with a bitch Then she bust it open, and started doing splits I said you can't do it like that on the dick You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya You can't do it like that with a dick in ya Do the math, do the math Do the math, do the math Nigga, you can add Do the math, do the math Do the math, yeah, we getting cash