[Chorus]
Lil' mama exotic, lil' mama exotic
Might fuck up my pocket
My hitta unlock it
And she know I got options
And she know that I'm poppin'
Her friends say, "Oh yeah he a dog yeah"
Her other friend say, "He a wassa"
I tell her do whatchu wanna
Baby just don't miss your flight
Yeah I know you feel the vibe
And she do the things I like
Yeah, she the exotic type
Yeah, she the exotic type
We gon' get it on tonight
And she bad like every night

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, yeah, don't miss your flight
I came through, drip tonight
And she say I hit it right
Got a week like Kryptonite
And she the exotic type
And she wanna ball for life
And she got a swag I like
Might make you miss your flight
They say, "Oh, he a wassa"
"Man that n***a gon' dog ya"
Bro got to be honest, they don't wanna see us ballin'
Baby, you know that I want you
Bro gon' do what he wanna
'Cause I need me some comma's
I don't need me no drama
And she bad like Satan sent her
And my heart is vacant sittin'
I know everything you say you meant it
It's cool I ain't even gon' sweat it
Nowadays I get it then spend it
Nowadays I ain't worried about bitches
Only thing on my mind is digits
Might trip I find you in it
[Chorus]
Lil' mama exotic, lil' mama exotic
Might fuck up my pocket
My hitta unlock it
And she know I got options
And she know that I'm poppin'
Her friends say, "Oh yeah he a dog yeah"
Her other friend say, "He a wassa"
I tell her do whatchu wanna
Baby just don't miss your flight
Yeah I know you feel the vibe
And she do the things I like
Yeah, she the exotic type
Yeah, she the exotic type
We gon' get it on tonight
And she bad like every night

[Verse 2]
And she bad like Satan sent her
Hold up baby girl, wait a minute
And she know I ain't playin' with it
Leave her drippin' every time I hit it
And I ain't really worried 'bout n***as
Four-five, your nine too little
Cigar man like we lit up
For your main time, I'll schedule
Boss you up to another level
Girl you bad said you got a lil' potential
And she chase a bag, won't settle
She like Louis V, Chanel and Kenzo
Like look at the time on the Bezel
I ain't no regular fella
And she like my .38 special
And hard to tell if she's special
She say I make her head hurt
She say I make her wetter
She know I'm 'bout my bread first
We gon' stack it together
Baby girl, I like your vibe
That's why I could drip [inaudible]
Baby girl, you one of a kind
I ain't never seen your type
[Chorus]
Lil' mama exotic, lil' mama exotic
Might fuck up my pocket
My hitta unlock it
And she know I got options
And she know that I'm poppin'
Her friends say, "Oh yeah he a dog yeah"
Her other friend say, "He a wassa"
I tell her do whatchu wanna
Baby just don't miss your flight
Yeah I know you feel the vibe
And she do the things I like
Yeah, she the exotic type
Yeah, she the exotic type
We gon' get it on tonight
And she bad like every night