4, 5, 6

[Intro: Solé & JT Money]
Yo, what's up?
'Sup, baby? This your nigga, haha
Nigga, where the fuck you at?
Mr. Good Dick, what ya say?
I said, "Where the fuck you at?"
What—how you feel?
How you say you feel? What?
I feel like you need to get home 'fore your shit be outside
Say you need daddy to come through and regulate, what?
Put this thang down, what? It's all good, baby

[Verse 1: Solé]
It could be four, five or six, you bet not be nowhere laid up with no bitch
You better bring that home to momma, don't be playin' and shit
If you get horny when you out, no need for eyein' them hoes
Why eat a burger when you got steak and potatoes at home?
A short drive is all it takes, I'm just a phone call away
Ain't no excuses, motherfucker, for you runnin' astray
I give it to you when you want it, ain't no other's like mine
Your ex-bitch can't fuck with this, so don't be wastin' your time
The Indian, black mix, boy, like I told you before
And we can iy-yi-yi the fur rug on my livin' room floor
And ain't nann ho gon' bring it like you know I'ma bring it
And ain't nann ho gon' freak it like you know I'ma freak it
And ain't nann ho gon' shake it like you know I'ma shake it
And ain't nann ho gon' take it like you know I'ma take it
So don't make me come lookin' for you, pull you outta some mix
Then turn around and bust you in your shit before four, five or six

[Chorus: Kandi]
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit

[Verse 2: JT Money]
You know me as your player, your pipe layer, your all night stayer
Off in your sauce when you need your rocks off
Knock your socks off, baby off the chain in this bitch
Have your wide ass open while I'm slangin' this dick
Got you lovin' this shit, suckin' and fuckin' this dick
Wanna go and make some bucks for this dick
Fightin' all in the club for this dick, I'm that player that you chose
Long as you satisfied, baby, fuck them other hoes
Just keep my pussy horny, so you can put it on me
Girl, you know I'm the only one who can satisfy your monkey
Ain't nobody gon' do you like I do, when I put this love stick inside you
Money Man guaranteed to satisfy you, have you open all night like drive-thru
So bring your thang on so I can get my bang on
I hope you likes a good fuck because my game strong
And I ain't lyin', girl, you wouldn't if you could quit
I signs my name on that pussy, Mr. Good Dick, that's my shit

[Chorus: Kandi]
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit

[Verse 3: Solé]
Uh, now nigga, what you gon' do? Let me put this good lovin' on you
We can do everything that you want to, 'cause I like a real freaky deaky, don't you?
That's right, don't make no promises, can't find none better than mommas is
Stay wet, stay tight, keep you comin' back, go all night feelin' right, you'll be lovin' that
Hell yeah, like wanna make enough moves, fuckin you, boy, like you got somethin' to prove
Runnin loose, fuck it, nigga, gotta pay dues, make you wanna tell ya boys all about whose
No talkin' now, come get the good shit, make you never wanna fuck another hood bitch
Have ya breakin' off plans to come and lay me, muh'fucker, don't ever try and play me

[Chorus: Kandi]
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'
Boy, you better call me when ya think you're gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight in the mornin'