P.O.P. - Ramirez

MTM, hit 'em with the heat

The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love

The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love

I pull up, caddy with the spokes spinnin', wood grain grippin'

Plexin' like you somethin' but you sipping on what these broke bitches

Gold diggin' hoes know that I be on that player shit

I’d rather you fuck all on my bitch before I let you hit

A maxed blunt, catch me posted in the shake junt

Sippin' on the Louis XIII, twistin' on the skunk

Break a trick off, this MAC and game, this shit too sick

Cuff up your chick before I make that ho my bitch

Serve me up some Alizé and roll a pound of hay

Check it, baby, wash the whip 'cause I just got some fresh new paint

Choppin' blades, stayin' paid, just another lovely day

Mackin' on these tenders, boy, I wouldn’t have it anyway

The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love

The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love

You see this playa pimpin';

cold-hearted, breakin' bitches

I be tellin' you that I love you but I be doggin' women

I want your purse first, and then your ass last

I can see through you pussy niggas you somethin' like glass

My uncle told me since a jit to never trust no bitch

To get your paper 'cause it’s certain that hoes come with it

You see the Rollie on my wrist?

I dropped a stack for this

And you know it’s a function when Gorilla’s in this bitch

I’m in my new Jag, I’m movin' too fast

Bendin' the corners, swervin' up off this pill, I’m 'bout to crash

They sayin', «Who's that?», that must be new cap

Poppin' my collar, revvin' the gas, now watch the ponies prance

The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love

The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love