| I know summer time, down south, girls wear white tee’s |
| All my New York, up-state girls in the Nike’s |
| But all my T. O. Girls, you know I got you |
| And in line if they ask I say not the truth |
| Only want to make you mine |
| And take it slow, and take my time |
| So this one here is just for you |
| You sliding by later shawty, me and my crew |
| Pull up on them girls, and we swinging on fo' |
| Uh Pull up on them girls, and we swinging on fo' |
| Uh Tell me where you at shawty, tell me what you know |
| Uh Pull up on them girls, and we swinging on fo' |
| This for my Houston girl, my New York Girl |
| And T. O. Girl, my… Girl |
| My hard to find, and press record |
| That Tivo, and she so thorough |
| And don’t think a nigga forgot about my B. More girls |
| That rock them weaves, and see them girls |
| Say fuck a hater, she don’t care |
| So this one represents my heart |
| Even though I had you from the start |
| So this won’t need… From you |
| I’m sliding by later shawty, me and my crew |
| Pull up on them girls, and we swinging on fo' |
| Uh Pull up on them girls, and we swinging on fo' |
| Uh Tell me where you at shawty, tell me what you know |
| Uh Pull up on them girls, and we swinging on fo' |