Ayy
Ayy, Fee
I saw this girl the other day
She gave me her number, right? You think I should call her?
You better, nigga
I think I should call her
You better, nigga
You think I should call her?
You better, nigga
I should call her
When I call her, I'ma be like- I'ma be like, "Ayy"
Should I be like, "Darling"
Or should I call her "beautiful," or (Gangsta- Gangsta-)
Something nice, you know?
Hit her with that sweet
That sweet shit?
Should I just be like, "Bitch" like (Gangsta- Gangsta-)
How 'bout "Miss?" "Miss"
"Miss" okay (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

Ms. Butter Pecan, caramel, Southern belle
She hotter than a summer day in Hell
I'm under her spell, she say her name was Chantel
She say she got a man, I can't tell
Because when we be rockin', we get it poppin like a Amstel
Like, right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell
She blows kisses to my handheld
She's an angel, her name should be "Angel"
I'm blessed, I kill her with the rich man smell
She got a wet manhole, and your mans fell, whoa
I slipped in her inkwell
I saw jellyfish and seashells
No further details
I love the smell of a female
And you're one hell of a female
I'm tellin' you, female, get in the CL
And let it be sweet sailin' and late night emailin'
Ooh, she feel me
Ooh, Fee, Fee, I think she feel me, ow

Yeah, she feel me (ooh, oh)
Fee, I think- I think she feelin' me, man
I, I think she diggin' me, man (I think she feelin' me, man, ha)
I told you, I told you (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

Okay, I called her on a late night
It was late, right
I was on her ass like some brake lights
But I ain't stop for the red lights
We get it poppin' 'til the blue and red lights come knockin'
Neighbors keep trippin', we keep fuckin'
Sex revolution, baby, I'm comin'
Down the hallway that lead to your stomach, mami
I'ma keep pumpin' 'til you scream, "Young Money"
And me and your boyfriend is not the same
I go's down like the stock exchange, and then, I bring it up
'Scuse me, I drink it up
I leave you soakin' wet from your ankle up, shucks
I'm too much
Fee, I'm too much

Yeah, yeah, haha
I'm too much (alright)
Baby girl, you could call me a slut, ha
Yeah, you could call me a slut, baby (hey)
I be your slut, baby (girl)
Yeah, I'm too much
Young Money, motherfucker
We about to rule the world (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Well, if not, we about to rule the girls
Alright