Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh
Aye-aye, aye-aye
Ho-ohh, ho-ohh
Ho-ohh, ho-ohh, oh
Ho-ohh, ho-ohh
Ho-ohh, ho-ohh (ayy)

And I'm on the way home girl, don't you worry
Doing 85, speed limit on 30
But when I get home, I'll already be naked
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces
And we can go on road, and state to state it
From Houston to Cali, Virginia to Vegas
And when I get home girl, don't be playing
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces (yeah, uh)

If closed mouths don't get fed
Then speak up now, on speaker phone before my shit dead
You know I got no problem telling you what race is led
No closed mouths, no closed miles don't get head
If love's a song then it's just ours, and we don't need the feature
I spent them dollars to get ya, now I spend'em to keep ya
And I don't like playing the game, but damn sure hate the bleachers
So I'm speeding in my lil Benz, it's black and mine's is sleeker
And I ain't worried about these hoes
'Cause I'm too focused on getting this dough
So as I'm moving up to your door
Better start coming out yo' clothes
Been thinking about this all day for sure
And that's just what, we asking for
And now I'm falling out of liking, in love fast, and yeah, uh
And that's just what, uh, we asking for
And now I'm falling out of liking, loving fast, and what? (What, what, what)

And I'm on the way home girl, don't you worry
Doing 85, speed limit on 30
But when I get home, I'll already be naked
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces
And we can go on road, and state to state it
From Houston to Cali, Virginia to Vegas
And when I get home girl, don't be playing
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces

Alright bitches and bitchass niggas
We gon' take a quick intermission from this album
Just something for you niggas to get some stink box to
You're on 1-800-HUSTLER, DJ Ballsack
I'm here all night, giving these hoes pipe
We got some callers coming in
Caller number one, let's help you get some

Ayy, what's good? It's Derrick, from the north side of Houston
I got a question, 'cause I'm a little embarrassed
I can't get my dick up while I'm fucking my broad and (uh oh)
It's tearing our relationship up a little bit, whatchu' think?

Uh, it sounds like you need some Viagra my nigga
Molly, ecstasy, something, Jesus help this man
Willy lump lump is in effect, caller number two? How may I help you?

What's happening with it, you heard me?
This 'lil Duvy from Uptown man
I'm calling 'cause man
I tried to spice things up with my old lady like a month ago man
So I had drank a 'lil red bull, and I had popped a 'lil Viagra
And I ain't know she had gave me some raw honey too, man
Now my shit been up for two weeks straight bruh, I can't
I'm tired of busting nut

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, nigga, look nigga (I'm shooting air at this point man)
Ay, somebody cut this nigga off, cut the nigga off (my girl, she tired of me)
Sounds like this nigga 'needa stay off them gas station pills
Somebody check this nigga's blood pressure, get this nigga
And keep him away from my bitch
Alright anyway, we 'gon go ahead and get this back to this album
'Cause it's motherfuckin' banging!
Dj Ballsack, y'all niggas stop calling me, 'cause y'all niggas got problems
I'm out

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Andre Jones, Jeff Gitelman