(Intro - Pusha T)

(Intro - Pusha T)
Porsche 
Oh boy 
She want a dope 
She wanna throw bandz on a pole dance 
No test drivin that two door 
She wanna stunt with me on a old man 
Oh god my IG is like IV to this lifestyle 
I buy the chick 
Take a pic and you OD on my life files 

(Verse 1 - The-Dream) 
Shawty get it get it 
Do it big, do it good 
Work it like a girl should 
(Work it good, work it good) 
Bring it back (bring it back) 
Tell the DJ bring back 
Let me touch it, [bad word] it 
Baby tell your man he ain't gettin it back 
Shawty you so ratchet 
Baby I'm so ratchet 
You so gone with that 
I gotta have it (I gotta have it) 
Like a nine I gotta blast it 
So fine I gotta grab it 
She don't mind 

(Chorus) 
I got my left hand on that booty 
Got my right hand on that [bad word] 
Got my left hand on that booty 
Got my right hand on that [bad word] 
Got my left hand on that booty 
Got my right hand on that [bad word] 
Got my left hand on that booty 
Got my right hand on that [bad word] 
(I love) 
Now keep that booty rolling that 
Keep that [bad word] poppin like that 
Imma keep these bandz poppin like that 
I got my left hand on that booty 
Got my right hand on that [bad word] 
Got my left hand on that booty 
And I got my right hand on that [bad word] 

(Verse 2 - The-Dream)
Up in that six hundred 
You ain't even seen it 
Touchin on it, rubbin on it 
Girl you got me feenin 
All about her money 
And I'm all about my money 
Million dollar babies plus alimony 
First a [bad word] save you 
(Then a [bad word] grave you) 
And ain't nobody got time for that 
So it's best just to pay ya 
Thirteen cars I don't need nothing else 
Just this booty on my lap 
And this gold on my neck 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3 - Big Sean) 
The way you do 
Got me very very very happy 
She stare at me while I'm starrin at it 
I'm a young y [bad word] charismatic  [bad word]  gorgeous face, [bad word] havin  [bad word] that's you lovin her pantyhose 
She need this [bad word] like it's antidote 
That [bad word] is a work of art painted by Michael Angelo 
I wake up to [bad word] and cantaloupe 
That she made me for my appetite  [bad word] so hard I’mma remember this in the afterlife 
I tell her slob on my nob, like it's corn on the cob she keep going oh my God
And my broad is so bad I can hit from the back 
All my favorite girls got my initials as tats 
Finally Famous she throw the set up like Sororities and Frats 
Niggas can't tell me [bad word] but congrats 

(Chorus) 

(Outro) 
Pull up to that traffic light 
Stars bright wanna touch her 
Gotta get her to the spot 
Oh [bad word] I might love her 
Straight up out of med school 
Could be my baby momma

I got my left hand on that booty 
Got my right hand on that [bad word]