Song Lyrics

Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on
Where they at?
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on outside who wanna ride with these big boys
We got some big toys in the parking lot making big noise
We bring them hoes out like it summer
Blowing marijuana while we rolling in that hummer
With no drama
Do what you wanna
I make it hot like sun
I get with ya later on
Little momma give me your number
I'm a call you on the under when we bring dem hoes out
That's how them big boys do that pimp shit down south
We bring them hoes out the house
While you keep em on leashes
The game be the deepest making these pieces wanna freak us
Ugh behind tint so you can't see us

It's me and Lokey sipping remy smoking cannabis and cheeba
Ain't nothing sweeter than this, hit the switch
I take a car load of pieces to the telly in the six
From Memphis to Miami Atlanta to New Orleans
When we come through your city bring them hoes to the scene

[Chorus: x4]
Where them hoes at (where they at?)
There them hoes go (there they go)
Bring them hoes out (come on, come on)
Let these hoes know (let em know)

Bring them hoes out, let em show out

Blow the Mo' out, on the flow out
Pussy blow out huh
Roll on my arm ruby charm
Six hun if it ain't get it it's whipless
It ain't done
Houston them players with them aqua blue gators
When the south navigate us
To the ones in the club acting phony and lonely
I get hell when I'm roaming on sony blow some chronic
Do you want me just show me what they hitting me fo
Cause I be spitting up Mo'
Crystal ice with X.O
You wanna blow let me know
Then I'll be your coach
Just follow my ropes
Sure to make you some dough
Then we all goin' applaud
Piss Crystal
Ain't gotta be large shit holla at me y'all
Fall through the mall, pull a few draws
Get to the club sho nuff take em off

[Chorus: x4]

You need to bring em out regardless
Here I come stop this
We ain't need you locksmiths
Rolling out the carpets
Baby wanna shop shit
Go and let her bop this
I just wanna knock this
You holding her for hostage
Please lets stop this
Give like Rap a Lot gives
Bring them hoes to the club make em get topless
Take the L charge it
You don't want the largest
Hold the hottest hoe let her go don't be a target
Where them hoes at there them hoes go
Don't stop this
When we hit the club
Give it up DJ drop this
Parking lot topless
Never be rock less
Benzo chopped yeah smokey like chocolate

[Chorus: Repeats]

James Blake, Thomas Mccollum, Winston Rodgers