[Intro: Mibbs]

Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero

Baby, let me be your super hero

I spit that dope, that blow, that primo

That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino

Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero

Baby, let me be your super hero

I spit that dope, that blow, that primo

That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino

Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero

Baby, let me be your super hero

I spit that dope, that blow, that primo

That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino

[Verse 1: Mibbs]

Fly like Nino, tough like Deebo

We back like Tivo, and fat like Cee-lo

I drink cognac, I drink vino

Shit I drink all that

You should drink though

Grab a red cup, fill that shit up

And drink 'til you can no longer hold your head up

I'ma act a fool, I don’t know no better

But I never get a stain on this Polo sweater

So incredible, unforgettable

She be on my nuts like they oh so edible

She be on my nuts like it's some kind of cantaloupe

She be on my nuts like my dick is the antidote

She be on my nuts cause she don’t want her man to know

That she was on my nuts so tough that her camera broke

Feeling like a young Earl Manigault

What you smoking on? This? Oh that’s medical

What they smoking on? That? Oh that oregano

Bullshit weed, that’s some shit we don’t ever smoke

Mike, tell the DJ play my record though

Ladies on the dancefloor go go, gadget go!

[Chorus: BeYoung]

Stacy and Brittany

Go Erica and Whitney

Like Tiffany, go Sasha

And Tasha all proper

Stacy and Brittany

Go Erica and Whitney

Like Tiffany, go Sasha

And Tasha all proper

You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby

You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby

You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby

You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby

[Verse 2: Like]

She like vodka, we like cognac

Poured her a cup, then she hopped on that

We like Waka, she like old rap

Used to feel the same, but we not on that

I can't lie I need to bone that

That's your ass girl I need to hold that

Take my time and I'ma own that

Have you singing like a Keyshia Cole track

I want safe sex, you want paychecks

I just say next, I ain't for that

This that train wreck, you can't roll that

Cali only, you can't grow that

See you staring, baby take a Kodak

Get my good side, where my pose at

Wash you down, where my hose at

Early morning like where my clothes at

Why you hurrying, take a slow jack

Why you worrying take some Prozak

Checked just cleared, where my O's at

Call my homies up, where my bros at

We gon' dip out, we gon' flip out

Dog, you rolling, don’t bring your chick out

Girl you rolling, don’t bring your dude out

Fat friend coming, don’t bring no food out

[Chorus: BeYoung]

Stacy and Brittany

Go Erica and Whitney

Like Tiffany, go Sasha

And Tasha all proper

Stacy and Brittany

Go Erica and Whitney

Like Tiffany, go Sasha

And Tasha all proper

[Verse 3: BeYoung]

Flick my lighter on you niggas, dump a couple ashes

Jumped to a Benz, skipped a couple classes

Rap shit is cool but I been touching asses

Now we have the food, had enough of the fasting

Puff then pass it, clutching cash yeah

Baby BeYoung only fucks with Magnums

Always showtime like I fucks with Magic

Birthday suit, yeah I love that fabric

Something tragic, man I swear my niggas know

Bout the bad red bone with the pigeon toes

On a Tuesday might bust to Figueroa

Got me stuck like Monie in the Middle though

All my niggas golden boys in the mirror baby

Tryna practice all the player shit they hearing baby

Blocking every time I pass, interference lady

You know we do it Jason Lyric crazy

[Chorus: BeYoung]

Stacy and Brittany

Go Erica and Whitney

Like Tiffany, go Sasha

And Tasha all proper

Stacy and Brittany

Go Erica and Whitney

Like Tiffany, go Sasha

And Tasha all proper