Picture me and my gangsta girl, ridin with the top back Bangin Ne-Yo, my neck frio, my Sox hat Tilted to the side, like you know I get my grind on Get my shine on, jewelry blacken on rhinestones Rims spinnin like a globe on these low pros Do it big cause I'm s'posed to floss and that's the reason she break me off Cause I'm gangsta, and I'm ridin with
Ne-Yooooo, it's a thug and a gentleman Rollin like a boss do, no matter the cost to Not tryin to brag but, money not a issue Don't let your girl see us, that might make her diss you Cause if she roll with us, she won't even miss you
Uh, uh, uh Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack before it hit the ground she throw it back When I make it rain that's chump change that paid for the 26 on my Range Range, Range, drive, drive, take the wheel when I roll this lye Climb over to the passenger side and freeze
And once again it's on If she take a picture with a camera phone Then playa she not comin home And if I'm on her screen saver, that might mean later we gone If I let her take a picture, she will roll with me If I let her take a picture, she will roll with me If I let her take a picture, she will roll with me And will roll with me, and will roll with me, ohh
If you don't know by now baby I'm a star, look at my face, look at my car Look at my waist and look at my scars, look out the window see where we are In my Phantom, in my Rover bangin
Ne-Yooooo, it's a thug and a gentleman (yeah, yeah, yeah) She never rolled in a car with the suicide Girl when they see you and I, they committin suicide All of 'em want my girl - cause she pretty and thick in the thighs Homie don't mess with mine - do us or it's suicide
She call me Jay, I call her B, we gettin married, to the streets I'm chasin money she chasin me, I'm right where, I wanna be With the B, on my Bentley, the horse on my Lambo Crown on my Cadillac, checks on my Air Max Haters, better fall back, 'fore I put somethin in your ballcap That's my chick, I got her back like a bra strap Cause she fine, and she cute, she think she all that And she all that, that's my girl, that's my world
Game, can you take a picture? Ne-Yo, can you take a picture? We been waitin all night Just to take a picture wit'cha
Grab the wheel, take control, and let your hair blow inside my Lambo Pull out your phone, picture that take you home let your man know I'm hittin that While I'm hittin that, she send it back, she drop it low, we about to blow Me and N-E, dash, Y-O, yo', girl know She's so Ciara, so Eve, so Mariah, so B She's so Trina, I'm R. Kelly; she remind me of, my gold D's I'm Coolie Hi, I'm Cocheese, she a 34-D, I'm so pleased I'm So So Def, she's so Janet, I'm J.D. and she fo' me In a H-2, we fo' deep, through the N.Y.C. off no sleep I hate to drive but I break it wide when I'm ridin with my show D I kidnap her never take her home, ridin off bangin Ne-Yo sittin on chrome In that Maserati see the paparazzi they she gone
