Cancun ’08 Murs, 9th Wonder & The Soul Council (Ft. Pookie Blow & $ilkMoney)

[Intro: Murs]
Uh
It is kinda fun
Nigga, you made a funky lil' beat with your bitch ass, woohoo
Alright, here we go

[Verse 1: Murs]
She said she was bottle, God
Plus she looked like a model, God
Champagne room, told 'em put it on my card
I was off a couple of them bottles, I was goin' hard
She movin' like we on the dance floor
The DJ was playing that Camp Lo
This is it, this is it, this is it, what?
Throwin' luchini all on the big bud
I'm in here with my shit tucked
Only nigga with a baby nine in the strip club
Maybe not, but I still don't give a fuck
We in here deep, these niggas won't trip with us
I said we just don't give a fuck
My nigga in this bitch sippin' lean out a sippy cup
You do what you want when the price right
Money make these women feel safe like a night light
Exactly how it should be
Quit acting like you ain't never had no pussy
You wanna fuck? Go home to your wife
Nigga, don't fuck around and ruin my night
The afterparty, that's a motherfucker
Broad had body like a motherfucker
Everybody in they zone
If you ain't fucking or sucking dick, take your ass home
Grown folk doin' grown shit
Wilding out on some loced out Tone shit
He was a Stone Crip, really from the hood
But when he went pop, they got him misunderstood