[chorus: t-pain]
I know she got it cause she lookin at me like she want it (want it)
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it (hey~!)
Whatever it is you cain't stop it
Cause she get low, when she on that pole, and that lets me know
She got it (she got it) she got it (she got it)
She got it (she got it) she got it (she got it)
Ooooooooh! (she got it) she got it (she got it)
Whoahh (she got it) shor-tay (she..got..it)
[2 pistols - chorus]
Ay, supermodel, lemme holla at you for a second...
Excuse moi, let me talk to you for a second
Lil' mama so fine she got the whole squad sweatin
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that i asked followed by let me buy you a drink (drink)
Young boss baby, i treat'cha treat'cha to the finer things
The neck bling, wrist bling, wedding ring - nah~! i'm playin
Might light you neck or your wrist
But'cha gotta ride nice dick and uhh, take trips with the bricks
She got it (she got it) she got it (she got it) that's what pain said
Them other niggaz lame man, lil' mama i got the game plan
2 pistols, me and you boss
I make it happen while they talk, ridin 6's while they walk
[chorus]
