Verse One:  
  
 To all the ladies in the place with style and grace  
 Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushes  
 Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies  
 The back of the club  sippin' Moet is where you'll find me  
 The back of the club  mackin hoes  my crew's behind me  
 Mad question askin'  blunt passin  music blastin'  
 But I just can't quit  
 Cause one of these honies Biggie got to creep with  
 Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not?  
 Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot  
 Now check it, I got more Mck than Craig and in the bed  
 Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy  
 No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes  
 C'Notes by the layers, true fuckin players  
 Jump in the Rover and come over  
 tell your friends jump in thje GS3, I got the chronic by the tree  
  
 Chorus:  
  
 [ I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3  
 Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa  
 To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies  
 If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place  
 Cause I see some ladies tonite who should be havin my ba-by,  
 baybee, uh  
  
 Verse Two:  
  
 Straight up honey really i'm asking  
 Most of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be acting  
 Who they attractin' with that line  
 "What's your name, what's your sign?"  
 Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind  
 And ask you what your interest are, who you be wit?  
 Things to make you smile, what number to dial  
 You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew  
 You go call your crew  
 We can rendezvous at the bar around two  
 or three o' clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot  
 Roll the blunts cause he like to spark a lot  
 So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly  
 A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welches grape  
 Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do  
 What we came to do, ain't that right boo( truuuue)  
 Forget the telly, we just go to the crib  
 And watch a MOOVAE  
 In the JUCUZAE, BAY-BAY  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Verse Three  
  
 [Jermaine Dupri]  
 How does a true playa live?  
 [B.I.G.]  
 Nigga, Versace down  
 Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin'  
 Niggaz starin'  
 Now I got my pants draggin  
 In the Benz wagon, Raggin' sippin' D.P.  
 On my way to D.C.  
 The biggest willies  
 Smokin' phillies  
 Tying skunk together  
 Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever  
 Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that  
 I step in where the Mo and the Hoes at, BABY  
 Niggaz know the better on the Coogi sweater  
 Butter leather , chrome beretta see  
 You know who that nigga be  
  
 Outro: Jermaine Dupri  
  
 Shit you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby  
 Straight up playerlistic mentality  
 You just do your thing, Cause i'm definintley gone do mine  
 And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of  
 Can you feel me?  
  
 Chorus