[Verse 1: Devin The Dude]

What's up, bitch? Come on in

And drank a little drank and smoke some weed with my friends

We all chillin'; we seldom have to Bogart cot

'Cause every nigga's got two bitches that'll go nonstop

So just kick off your shoes and relax your feet

Pass that 40 on 'round while I roll a fat sweet

Yo, ya neat and ya clean but ya seem kinda dumb to be

Falling in love, thinkin' I'm the one

Ya see, we travel all the time and run across plenty bitches

With they palms out for riches, won't even do the dishes

This is the season for catching the skrill

And if I fuck you down good, bitch, I bet you you will

Be calling and paging and writing asking where have I been

The same place, bitch, getting high with my friends

I got a fucked off schedule – I do every day

And if I call it will be too late, so...

[Chorus: Devin The Dude]

Don't wait

Don't wait

Don't wait

Don't wait

[Verse 2: Devin The Dude]

You say you wouldn't mind jumping up and down on my bone

But you got a man and you don't wanna do wrong

You say he don't give you, no money no space, no time

You walk around the house naked and he pay you no mind

But I'm not the nigga to step in his spot

But you can meet me at the sandwich shop on Bellfort and Scott

Clean your cot and I got a spot when we finish grubbin'

Be down for some pussy pettin' and some titty rubbin'

I'll be shoving this dick in ya, have ya feelin' at ease

But don't get mad when I wash my dick in the sink and then leave

Because it beez like that sometimes

I might as well come straight to ya, ain't no need for me lying

I got a fucked off schedule — I do every day

You probably see me in the Park, Southwest or the Trey

But if I happen to call it'd probably be too late

You can keep your cot straight but don't wait

[Chorus: Devin The Dude]

Don't wait

Don't wait

Don't wait

Don't wait

[Verse 3: Spice 1]

I take a bitch to the hotel, to the motel, to the Holiday Inn

And if that bitch start actin' up, I'ma kick her up outta my Benz

While it's rollin', pockets stay swollen, holdin' money up in my face

Big ass dollars up on my pinky, fat ass Lexy up on my wrist

Kiss my gangsta, pimpin', playin', hustlin', motherfuckin' ass

You bitches gon' retrospect somethin', or I'ma have to put down the mash

Now which one of you hoes is ridin' westward, goin' bitch back to the Bay

I'm finna stop over here to my potna house so you can get to some of this yay

You hoes better watch yo' coochies, better oil yourself around

Because every time I come to your town

It's gonna be some old pimp shit goin' down, bitch, so don't wait

[Bridge: Devin The Dude]

I know you might get lonely

But don't you wait up on me

I know you might get lonely

But don't you wait up on me

Don't wait

[Verse 4: DMG]

Damn, ooh wee, baby look good

I wonder if I could hit her wit' the wood

Let me see — step up to her with E-A-Z-E

Say, what's your name? Mine? DMG

Shit, I was peepin' you out from backstage

Checkin' out the way you swing your thang, ay

It's an afterparty, Room 520

You, bring your potnas, y'all, get up wit' it, fa sho

Here they come, nigga, Spice got the condoms at the do'

With Remy and Mo', now here we go

Damn, clear out the room, turn the lights down a little

After we hit 'em and quit 'em, we through wit' 'em

Don't wait

[Outro: Devin The Dude]

Just take this dick and be satisfied — don't wait

Don't wait

Don't wait

Just take this dick and be satisfied — don't wait

Don't wait