Yeah I stay on the road
Stay calculating (ohh, money)
Whoever thought for my flows
We doing hella shows (get it)
But everywhere I go
It's the same old hoes
Throwing they panties at me
Or pulling off my clothes
Soon as I get off stage
Its to the after party
Me and my dirty, you still wow always after shorties
And ones that they went to the stage
While I stay in the after parties
Me and my dirty, in the club, always after shorties and
(Whoo!)
Shawty these words are coming from my heart
And I mean it, to say this from the start
I miss you more and more when we're apart
Oh girl you're looking to the (stop, st-st-stop?)
I'll put you in first class
Gucci or louis bags, go hop a few tags
6'S or new jacks, whatever you ask for
Only if you were my lady
(Oh!) I would flirt around town when it was necessary
I had about a few thousand numbers in my blackberry
From mary, keke and ashley all down to thick sherry
And ma I'm addicted to this life, that has your boy married
Soon as I get off stage
Its to the after party
Me and my dirty, you still wow always after shorties
And ones that they went to the stage
While I stay in the after parties
Me and my dirty, in the club, always after shorties and
(Whoo!)
Shawty these words are coming from my heart
And I mean it, to say this from the start
I miss you more and more when we're apart
Oh girl you're looking to the (stop, st-st-stop?)
I'll put you in first class
Gucci or louis bags, go hop a few tags
6'S or new jacks, whatever you ask for
Only if you were my lady
(Hey, hey, hey, hey!)
I tour around the world, searching for that one
And to every woman that was in my life, hope ya' had fun
And if I hurt you baby, I was just protecting my feelings
But ya'll led me to hurt so now ya' boy chilling
Now that I get off stage
It aint the after party (naw)
See man I'm grown, no more wrong going home to shawty
And I like her in every way
She can be nice and naughty
She can be in the club, now baby lets go and party like
Shawty these words are coming from my heart
And I mean it, to say this from the start
I miss you more and more when we're apart
Oh girl you're looking to the (stop, st-st-stop?)
I'll put you in first class
Gucci or louis bags, go hop a few tags
6'S or new jacks, whatever you ask for
Only if you were my lady
