Young Carter, I'm harder then them other boys. I ain't even fronting, baby I can take a summer off. I can break a woman off. I can take the stomach off, one of my trucks. Now I'm riding in the goods. Line it on up, guarantee you get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence.
The young boy just turned 16 and I got 6 4's and hot bikes that I rock. Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock, but all that swinging in that bikini just make him dizzy. Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop, 'Cause you speaking that slang that I talk. That sassy tempo with that walk, May be the reason that all this teenies may never see me.
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that) you be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac, you could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)"