Oh Yeah (2012) T.I. (Ft. Trey Songz)

[Chorus: T.I. & (Trey Songz)]
Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone (oh-oh)
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long (yeah, yeah)
Got them so turned on til they so turned out (oh-oh)
Cause I'm so turned up and I'm burnin that loud (yeah, yeah)
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow (oh-oh)
Catch me at Philippe Chow or at Vegas in Tao (yeah, yeah)
Its a sold out crowd bitches from the front row (oh-oh)
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go (yeah)
No they all wanna go, I make em say (oh-oh)
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they Trey? (yeah, yeah)
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say (oh-oh)
And if that broad wanna go she should say (yeah, yeah)
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say (oh-oh)
And from New York to MIA, bitches say (yeah, yeah)
From Chi-Town to the D, bitches scream (oh-oh)
St. Louis, Houston do you wanna go with me? (yeah)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey you can catch me in Atlanta with my pedal to the floor
On that 599 guts like a bloody nose
Ain't no secret how I kick it nigga everybody know
Bout my paper sorry no time for you haters gotta go
When im on the westcoat in that ghost on that low
One 5 for a movie, quarter mil for a show
Gotta pill in a bottle for the rod for a ho
Sweet heart to a lady, still hard on a ho
Thank god for my lady I know they be on that radio wiling
While we chilling somewhere on an island, smiling
On a big yacht is he really that hot
Ain't you too niggga guess not
Bitches hoppin on my dick, 'fore I hop up out the car
Walk away with 5 or 6 as im passing by the bars
See im tuggin on my zipper as I fire up my cigar
Lets get this straight, you go get naked get it crackin till tomorrow