Black Orchid

[esham] What's up honey? don't mind me askin, but how your a*s been? And f**k that chatty nigga, if he's a has been I got twenty, 'cause I'm good and plenty To get the dollars, get the d**k, if you gettin any You gotta work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow It don't matter 'cause these bitches know I got the phatter dough Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick d**k like hoodini I want ya fine a*s on my d**k like the genie Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind G-string up ya a*s, all I see is pus*y skin And nigs don't know about my titty bar ho She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on Dough, lickin her lips, her pus*y smells on my fingertips She's ill, I think I f**ked her wit the dollar bill For real, her titties, look so ferm, I might burn If I run up in her raw, wit the super sperm She got a [chorus 4x] Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow Work that muthaf**ka, outta baller's cash flow [esham] Something surprise me about your eyes They make my d**k rise, and then your a*s got me hypnotized Watch you put dollars up ya pus*y, ho They make my d**k swoll, and you the reason why these niggas roll Big cash flow, watch your a*s ho pus*y for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya Then I got the other pus*y, put it in the freezer Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band I know deep down you could never love a move Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost pus*y ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick I'm just a nigga wit a d**k, and a mind that's sick So pull your panties to your knees, 'cause I aim to please I bet that pus*y get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you [chorus 4x] [esham] I see the way every nigga is scopin, hopin He can get a change at your kinda romance Every nigga in the house, got one thing on they mind Seein the back of your head, watchin that a*s from behind Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club Would you be lookin at me like you was f**kin me Or better yet be duckin me I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me If this was back in the day, you be f**kin for free I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her I told the waitress to rush over another corona I give the bitch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap I tell the dj slow it down, 'cause this bitch is all that I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower I wanna f**k ya pus*y, but I don't even know her I can't go out like the next man God damn, bitch, do you know who the f**k I am, gotta [chorus 4x]