Thank Ya Mom

Can you look into my eyes Tell me how much love you got for me and don't you lie, no no Higher than a Ferris wheel One hand on the steering wheel Other hand grippin' on your thigh, whoa whoa whoa Gotta thank your mom, no wait, gotta thank God For you, I ride till I'm tired I hope you soak up this love like a sponge, but your name ain't Bob I call the driver for you Soon as your plane arrive, he'll be outside Puttin' work up in the studio, I ain't fuckin on no hoes Know you wondering what I been doin' and I'm just tellin' you how it go Lately this shit been on the floor I been trappin' so hard, she said get your paper Pretty in the face, should call you Grace, cause girl, you so amazing Keepin' them toes done, girl I like when you rock them Chanel Sandals These hoes be runnin' back, lyin' to you Like they name Barry Sanders I like bein' alone, but with you, I'm gettin' a better vibe I Stan for you, I walk eight miles And shoot myself like Cheddar Bob That's if I lose you I fucked her good, then say I know voodoo, I'm goin' loco, I mean cuckoo I got a couple loose screws That my lil' shit, you the shit, that's why I call you boo boo Girl can you dance for me like Beyonce, liftin' up your tutu Who would of knew, stick to my side like a pager I ain't pullin' out, I'm tryna put somethin' in your belly, give you a neighbor I ain't holdin' out, girl, you ever need something I do you a favor I ain't kiddin' bout you, for you, I kill somethin', I'm goin' bathing Can you look into my eyes Tell me how much love you got for me and don't you lie, no no Higher than a Ferris wheel One hand on the steering wheel Other hand grippin' on your thigh, whoa whoa whoa Gotta thank your mom, no wait, gotta thank God For you, I ride till I'm tired I hope you soak up this love like a sponge, but your name ain't Bob I call the driver for you Soon as your plane arrive, he'll be outside