Weave

You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it

You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it






Oh you look good, won't you back that ass up

You a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up

They call me big batty, won't you back that ass up

Girl, who is you playing with? Back that ass up






I was in Greensboro with about five women

Laying in bed, 'bout to fuck five women

Marty bitch choked cause she seen me in the linen

Put the Yoko Ono bitch like my name John Lennon

Tones got mad cause he wasn't really winning

Then he took his ass to sleep, that was only the beginning

He was tired, see, I swear

He was tired, see

I told them bitches "let's play a game"

Weave on the floor, ass up was the aim

Take clothes off, I'm about to do my thing

She make it disappear like her name David Blaine, I ain't lying

All the bitches got bucking naked

She threw that ass on me quick, wait a fucking second

Been playing with the guns so I'm bussing like a pellet

I'm fucking five bitches so a nigga acting reckless






Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it

Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it

But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it

But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it






You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it

You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it

That floor don't look right unless your weave on it






Oh you look good, won't you back that ass up

You a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up

They call me big batty, won't you back that ass up

Girl, who is you playing with? Back that ass up






Do it for my niggas, niggas always seem to notice

Niggas in the cut all of these bitches getting focused

She gon' pop that pussy for a G

The spotlight is on a 10, 20 inch D

I've recorded for my niggas just in case they wanna see

She whispered in my ear, she said that she a freak

Put my hand on her lips, told a bitch "don't speak"

Keep it coming like a red nose, shake it for a treat

Said oh my god, damn it, she remind me of a masterpiece

Cause her body 'bout it, yeah, we crowd around it

And don't stop, she what, what, drop it like it's hot

That ho over the top, definition of a thot

She a threat, a threat,


Like she tryna give me head


shake it till your ass shots pop

After you back it up, then drop






I'm feeling like this one 'bout to pop

Feeling how Ferg was feeling when Work was 'bout to drop

Nigga, you know that feeling, that work you 'bout to cop

You paranoid cause they making you circle round the block

I jumped over you lames, I'm now hot

If I really wanted you dead already, you'd been shot

I ain't playing with you dames, I'm giving these fiends rocks

Spit it, I'm wicked with it, I cooked that up in the pot

Switching, twisting the floors, they wondering "will it stop?"

Started off at the bottom and ended up at the top

Started off with a dollar and ended up making guap

All I had was a dream, been spitting since 17

Now I'm on all these


And no, I ain't got time to diss you lame

Niggas, they ain't fucking with my pistol game

They want molly and coke, I bought Crystal Caines






Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it

Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it

But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it

But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it