Lyrics

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Uhh, for lovin' me girl Just wanna thank you (We gon' take it there one time, yeah) Look at what you can do, man (Uhh, OH! OH! Yeah) Free, I like this shit right here man (Santana, c'mon) Girl, c'mon Yeah, let's do it like this [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you Uh huh, uh huh Shorty I ain't tryin' to give you the run around I'm just tryin' to come get you a run around Skip through a couple towns Maybe skip through a couple rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down I'm sort of a long distance brother Long trips, long chips, long dick and rubbers Come roll with a pimp or gangsta Hustler by nature Trust that I'll take ya (and you know what) I'll show you the rules and perimeters Show you how to move with the Uz' how to handle it Show you how the coke move soon as we scramble it On the block as soon as the moon hit be scramblin' And you can be my down ass Yeah baby, that's for sure I'ma show you how package raw How to strap it on How to take trips with the package on How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash we on, c'mon mama, oh! [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] And y'all niggas better cuff ya girls Cause Santana and Jones is runnin' up the girls (yeah, yeah) No game, just fuck your girls (yeah) Uhh, pollute her mind and corrupt the world Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, give her cakes Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Bagging bitches every party and high, yeah [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Yeah, please believe me Jimmy Jizzy's the truth (yep!) Every where I go to breezies I'm cute (yep!) Man they tell me that I over does it You need to slow up you over thuggin' (so what) But the hoes slugging in the open public (uh) I smoke like fuck it, I just roll and puff it Now they roll up fuckin' Take two totes and love it Yeah yeah, plus my bitches swear (what?) I'm like Richard Gere (yeah) Put them in my Coupe moving fast switching gears (slow up) Tell 'em listen here, get it crystal clear (uh) Stay crispy to the fit and every kick I wear Yeah yeah, she was feeling my gangsta (gangsta) Summer time Air Ones, jeans and my tank top I'm on the scene with the dice like bank stop (Gettin' money, man) Yeah, uhh, baby girl I'm a player with passport Moving fast hundred grand on the black Porsche Please love get your feet up off my dashboard (respect) This is cash bought, we gonna crash course (oh, oh) [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] And y'all niggas better cuff ya girls Cause Santana and Jones is runnin' up the girls (yeah) No game, just fuck your girls Uhh, pollute her mind and corrupt the world Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, give her cakes Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Bagging bitches every party and high, yeah