Peace Sign Rick Ross (Ft. Red Cafe)

[Chorus: Red Café]
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie
I be countin’ this money
You can get freaky while you're rollin’ my Cali

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Fornication in the Fontainebleau
4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to you
I could spend it all, then spend a night with you
But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away
She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands
Bail hard but they all call up 'bout our first name
I'ma change the bitch last name
Don't wanna hear stories ‘bout your last lame
We sippin' syrup in the fast lane
Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date
I seen a brick in the 9th grade
Swerve up on a bitch and I might say

[Chorus: Red Café]
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin’
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie
I be countin’ this money
You can get freaky while you're rollin’ my Cali