[Verse 1: Cool Calm Pete]

Saw some some ladies at the club dancing on the system

A heel got caught in the tweeter

Calm down Peter now ain’t life funny

She replaced the speaker the bitch got money

Straight across the aisle’s a pop lock and juvenile

Fairy tale lifestyle these clubs kids corny

Love the letter E cause it gets them horny

Dancing like a ferris wheel spinning like a dreidel

Girlies on the bathroom line playing cat’s cradle

Snapping gum in unison talking bout what should’ve been

Fellas at the bar drinking to what could’ve been

Soaked it in the belly live long Shelly

Cheers cousin to sad songs like Kelly

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly

Smoke trees with Woody

Miss goodie goodie two shoes freaky on the low

Slow love ballad got her dirty like a hoe

Digging in your wallet kid you’ve got to call it

Where’s my money, your grill’s mad phoney

Shut your trap Oscar you’re talking baloney

You’re homie macks grills with a hand full of shillings

Try to pay me back with your gold tooth filling

Don’t try to disrespect, try to hurt my feelings

Petty cat kid, not too appealing

Steal if you have to or I might ask you

To ?

[Verse 2: Jaymanila]

Make my way into the night doing my white man’s overbite

Dress to distress it’s my knack not my oversight

Shirt full of holes dress pants kind of dumpy

My hair’s too straight or I’d be rocking a gumby

Spot em to the dance floor to see what’s doing

I can’t break dance man I’ll scuff up my new ones

See some ladies in a circle swooping to have a chance

You know I gets biz man I’m doing this dance

Smoking on a doobie staring at some boobies

? girl want me sweating like a coochie

Staring at her face the realization’s chilling

Both the rise in her legs got a vacancy for villain

Wanna do the two backed monster but settle for a kiss

She can have a little baby but keeps asking for ?

I said hold up missy I grow on trees, not money

Take a hit from this joint, it’ll all seem funny

Without a pull or a puff she found the situation laughable

Some other time some other life my game would be masterful

So I bid her adieu to rendezvous fool with my crew

My drink’s my pacifier, what’s a baby to do?

? ballers and guineas, hipsters and vatos

Made a note to myself on the way home get some tacos

Guess the time of ya life ain’t for the socially impaired

Next time I go plumping it’ll be with polar bears