Shut It Down

Lyrics

[Intro — Name callouts over the club beat] Big Cuz, Big Cuz C Money, C Money Wheat Straw, Wheat Straw [Verse 1 — C Money, straight in] Hold up, wait a minute, let me jump behind my shades This bitch, she’s looking at me ’cause she knows that I get paid We be blowing on the loudest pounds, we always gettin’ blazed We don’t fuck around, we pass around too many times a day Every bitch in the vicinity want penis in her face Try to slowly inch in closer, but I notice how they shake I’m not worried about icing if they ain’t got booty cake And I really don’t give a damn it’s her fucking birthday I’ma do my funky things, so them chunky girls is okay I like them fat legs, [booty, really slim waist] Come to the after-party and do yay Take shots right off my body, get naughty and get laid, hey [Chorus — Hit “Loud” and “Bounce” hard. Pause after “How?”] Loud, I’m gonna break this shit down Pack it in, roll it up, pass that shit around I’ma go comatose now And I’m at the club, I’m about to shut down Bounce, let that dope dealer get ounce Let them girls do they dance while I count How? You fit all that ass in them shorts? If you a fine motherfucker, girl, let it bounce [Verse 2 — Big Cuz] Big Cuz, rollin’ four deep with his clique I’m about to roll a quarter-ounce blunt in this bitch Then we about to skip off, head up to the club Find ourselves a shawty and a big bottle of bub No suds left up in our cups Better back down, we about to turn up Time to go? No, that ain’t enough Tell them after-party to go to Big Cuz When you pull up, park right down the street Or you might have to hit the block ’cause we deep Front-row parking only for the freaks That’s ’bout to shake that ass and dance upon me Roll up some trees and pour me some more bubbly I’m ’bout to go comatose and get into some trouble I don’t love you, I only wanna fuck you Got what I need, and that ass I wanna touch [Chorus] Loud, I’m gonna break this shit down Pack it in, roll it up, pass that shit around I’ma go comatose now And I’m at the club, I’m about to shut down Bounce, let that dope dealer get ounce Let them girls do they dance while I count How? You fit all that ass in them shorts? If you a fine motherfucker, girl, let it bounce [Verse 3 — Wheat Straw] I show up to show out, time to go off Roll up with something rolled up, getting blown off Her head in my lap, looking like she dozed off Cock meat sandwiched, yup, she probably won’t talk I was getting some head, pockets full of change I was thinking of bread, counting knots in the Range Stiff leg, pull a shotty, don’t even aim Hit some long legs on that bird, crane And she gives me all brains, [turtles versus crane] While my niggas all runnin’ train sets [No timas, it’s comin’ right his way] Vacation to Bahamas, I like my pussy shaved Okay, lil’ mama, she keeps it 1K Three O’s behind the comma Three O’s of that flame, [ass gonja] Backstage or an after-party, it’s goin’ down Got your girl out the cage, off the chain, roam around [Final Chorus — All three hit “Loud” and “Bounce” together] Loud, I’m gonna break this shit down Pack it in, roll it up, pass that shit around I’ma go comatose now And I’m at the club, I’m about to shut down Bounce, let that dope dealer get ounce Let them girls do they dance while I count How? You fit all that ass in them shorts? If you a fine motherfucker, girl, let it bounce