Lil Wayne: Gettin' some head

(Shawnna feat. Too Short, Lil Wayne & Pharell)[Chorus]I was gettin some headGettin, gettin some headI was gettin some headGettin, gettin some headI was gettin some head headGettin, gettin some headI was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop(D.T.P.) I was gettin some head(Hustle) Gettin, gettin some head(D.T.P.) I was gettin some head(Hustle) Gettin, gettin some head(D.T.P.) I was gettin some head(Hustle) Gettin, gettin some head(D.T.P.) I was wit the kinda girl (Hustle) that make ya toes pop[Shawnna]You know you niggaz want a bitch like me (Like me)Apple bottoms with the wifebeaters, rockin nikes (nikes)All the niggaz in the hood wanna call her wifey (Wifey)If you got a pretty dollar, then I prolly might be (Might be)You niggaz poppin collars while you bitches pop P'sI'ma do it for my riders who get out and pop EThinkin you can find me, man you need to stop, pleaseCatch me flyin through your hood, in a drop top VI'm in the pop top 3, and my pops got G'sSee the watch got chilly, and the rocks got freezeAnd ya broads act silly, couldn't jack my steedFor slippin in your pimpin ma, ya boy chose meAnd now we got 'em "hey lil mama, can you give me a secI got a little somethin somethin bout as big as yo legs"This nigga yawnin while he talkin, so I knew he was weakAnd by like six in the mornin, he forgot what he said[Chorus][Shawnna]You know I keep a 4-5 whoopers in the trunkI turn it to the maxim, you can feel it when they bumpYou heard of D.T.P., we give the people what they wantAnd when it comes to hustle, yo you know we ain't no punkYou catch me in the town, we blowin dro and gettin drunkAnd when we hit the party, yo you know we keep it crunkYo nigga actin tipsy on the floor and gettin stompDon't act like you ain't know, now tell yo ho to pass the bluntYou bitches wanna be cause you know that I'm the shitYou see me on the TV cause I roll wit LudacrisDon't hate Shawnna baby, just be mad at who you witI keep a couple hammers so you know too I'm legitJust so you understand, so you know I'm bout the bread (I'm bout my bread)And don't you try to play me for a joke about my cash (I'm bout my cash)Before I hit the tip and got my heat up out the stash (Up out my stash)I hand him on the low, shawty this is what he said (What he said)[Chorus]I was... gettin, gettinGettin, gettin some headI was... gettin, gettinI was wit that type of girl that make ya toes pops[Chorus]