Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start it, format it.
Ayo, Swizz, I don't think they ready for this shit,
Ayo let me take they ass back to the club real quick.
Get low, Bus! Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town,
Lot of my bitches be comin' from miles around,
See they be cumin', ‘cause they know how the God get down. Turn it up!
Now you know who holdin' the throne so gimme the crown,
Niggas salutin' and tryna give me a pound, come on!
I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clown,
Makin' the bitches strippin', throw they shit on the ground.
Get low, Bus! Now that's the way that it goes,
When we up in the spot, the shit be flooded with hoes, come on!
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes,
That's when you get it, mami already know I suppose, turn it up!
Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out,
For the record, huh, just a second I'm freakin' it out, come on!
While she tryna touch, see, I was peepin' it out,
She turned around and was tryna put my dick in her mouth, I let her...
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start it, format it.
Get low, Bus! And as we started, got me ringin' her bell, uh-huh,
When I come, I be doin' it, and doin' it well,
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell,
Tryna hide the smell of the sex, sprayin' on the Chanel. Turn it up!
Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell
How a nigga got in they butt, made everything jail.
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell, come on!
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell.
Get low, Bus! It's crowded, mami, move it along, uh-huh,
If you know, you 'bout it, then get to removin' your thong,
To the whip, in back of the truck that's where you belong,
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on. Turn it up!
Street niggas respect it, because my movement is strong, come on!
‘Cause we consistently rappin', see, my money is long,
All my bitches is with me, see how they singin' the song,
Plus, how we give you the stick, and we be dickin' along, I let her...
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start it, format it.
Get low, Bus! The God of the black, see that I'm back, uh-huh,
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap, uh-huh,
For the niggas hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap,
‘Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap. Turn it up!
Every time I give you bang shit to knock in your whip,
Nigga always do his thing, bitch lockin' the strip, come on!
Lot of mamis is dancin' and they shakin' they hips,
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em...
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start it, format it.
