Song Description

A song dedicated to single mothers who also happen to be strippers.

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Now she got more OZ, to the BOUNCE/
Might as well be LB, cause she, burning 16s like an LP/
Butt weight, is so healthy, tell me, are the angels helping?/
Cause if they are, if they are, I'll shoot my face like a selfie/

With draws, you can make a nigga withdraw, everything in that bank/
Matter fact take that K, and empty out, everything in that safe/
Then just wait, cause if you got it, then a deposit, is coming your way/
Now that you got his ass, Botox his ass, and put everything in his face/

Her stage name is Tasty, how long them cakes been baking?/
Cause she can make a pastor, leave them boys alone, and come back home, smelling like pastries/
He do nut, if you rub enough, and at the right club, you can rub and touch/
And if her purse on E, and you show them Gs, you just might B, the one, that she FUCs/

So sit up front, as she throw that back, when she show that rack, nigga throw them racks/
Three point, up on that stage, she gone let you play, that quarterback/
Between them legs, you can see that face, that wink is saying, take all of that/
Then she gone tell you let's go to the back, hail mary, I know that pass/

(chorus)

Verse 2:
You know we wanna see those, ass and stilettos, bitches on stage getting national, geo/
Eating each other out, like a bag, of Doritos, I ain't even buy a drink, I'm seeing it for the free though/
This what you need hoe, food for the seed hoe, so wait for the rain, be a cactus, needle/
These May showers, bring May flowers, so I'm watching, May tricks, like Neo/

Body in its prime on top of this, stage, topless, but she's anti-Optimus/
If she, keeps popping these big Es, she can be the female Pac of this/
Only time gone tell you to watch your wrists, I'm talking to the fellas now on the opposite/
Side, if she this fine, and this her 9 to 5, ya'll niggas tell me why she ain't got to quit/

She is the pole, professional, she could probably, have a doctorate/
And teach, what, she knows at colleges, so college kids, don't even know why to quit/
She's a prodegy, at popping P, so properly, the DJ won't stop the beat/
The flower she blooms came from poppy seed, the pedastal that she is on is so high to me/

So come over and say "Hi" to me, entice me, to pay, for privacy/
The knowledge you wield is enlightening, don't hurt me, certainly, you would like to please/
You a puppet, to the currency, but if you can eat, then fuck it keep working/
Tell your son, that my hand's, up in his bird, like I'm stuffing a turkey/

(chorus)

Bridge:
Bitch, you got the shit, love the way you rocking it/
Alright, don't stop it yet, keep that thing on top of me/
Bitch, keep popping it, you know they gone try to hate/
Love the way you operate, tell them hoes move out your way/

Bitch, you got the shit, love the way you rocking it/
Oooh, don't stop it yet, keep that thing on top of me/
Bitch, keep popping it, you know they gone try to hate/
Love the way you operate, tell them hoes move out your way/

(chorus)

Chorus:
Girl you got that body and it's shaped like bottle/
Bottle, bottle, bottle, raise the bar/
For these other hoes and give them something to follow/
Follow, follow, follow, you're a star/

Can't nobody tell you that the money is crazy/
Crazy, crazy, crazy, on the job/
Ain't nobody gone help you with raising them babies/
Babies, babies, baby, you the one/

(bridge)