I Need To Know

I need to know, you down to do whatever?
Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh
I need to know if you about cutting
Or you about fronting, baby, I need to know

I spent my last eight checkseses on a neck-e-lace
So I better get some sex for this, shit
She wanna sip up on the Crissy Cris
Like it's Christ-e-mas and I'm St. Nicholas
I got her and her sister in that white Benz, dyke twins
I ain't gon' lie, they only fives but together they ten
And would I do 'em again? Hmmm, hmmm
It's like old folks pissing 'cause it all depends
And it's no coke sniffing, just juice and gin
Grey Goose to get you loose then hit the nigga producing
The track that got you moving, this track got you moving
So crazy you don't know what you doing
You been telling them jokes, and it's not a rumor
I like a girl with a sense of humor
To give me head 'til it ache and it's not a tumor
So let me know what's goin down 'fore I pay for this room 'cause

I need to know, you down to do whatever?
Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh
I need to know if you about cutting
Or you about fronting, baby, I need to know

Now if you got it, you got it
And if you don't then you probably won't
Sissy nigga call 'em maricon
I never hit a lady but my game might abuse 'em
Buy 'em boots just to tell 'em that I Jimmy Choose 'em
Take 'em back to confuse 'em
So she don't know if she coming or going
'Cause mami, after I'm cumming, I'm going
Back to the show, just fronting and flowing
Jewelry stunting and glowing, this life is something, I know it
And I been known to have a ho or two
'Cause my diamonds yellow like a smoker tooth
I tell 'em step into the vocal booth
Roll a joint, smoke a few, after that I'm poking you
After that, it's over, boo, baby, grab your coat and voom

I need to know, you down to do whatever?
Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh
I need to know if you about cutting
Or you about fronting, baby, I need to know

Now there's three different levels to relationships
Pollying at the club with 'em, talking, getting affectionate
Leaving and having sex with 'em, kicking 'em out
Tricking on models, dimes and rats
Now I don't get into that, I kick that habit
I just keep 'em impressed, let 'em seat in the Lex
Never eat 'em unless that fucking cat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lying
I got a nine in my pants and baby, I'm just dying for a chance
Who ready to fuck? You ready to fuck off the sizzurp?
Says she ready to cut, then she grabs my scissors
She probably look good, but what's scary to me
Henny make hoes look like Halle Berry to me

I need to know, you down to do whatever?
Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh
I need to know if you about cutting
Or you about fronting, baby, I need to know