Red Cup E-40 (Ft. B.o.B, Kid Ink & T-Pain)

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
Your boyfriend don't like me
I can't blame him
But, why he tryin' be just like me
It's kinda lame huh?
(Huh)
I don't wanna be your man
Girl I'm just bein' honest
But what you got in your pants
Got the whole club like damn

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Booty big enough, booty big enough
Your booty, your booty
Your booty big enough to put a red cup on it
Booty big enough, booty big enough
Your booty, your booty
Your booty big enough to put a red cup, cup, cup

[Verse 1: E-40]
Whole seat-ers
Her booty bigger than a Prius
Hella thick, she get it from her mother
Yellow bones and complexion is butter
Dime piece, two nickels
Nipples pokin' out like missiles
He don't make it rain he make it trickle
Me I'm a hustler I make it triple
She a bad one, look at the way she switchin', the way she walk
I don't care if it's real, I don't care if it's bought
I don't discriminate darling you see I'm far from a racist I like 'em Latin, Caucasian, and Black, Arab, and Asian
How you get rid of the baby weight pretty girl your booty bodacious you've been doing your lunges, and crunches, and planks, all of the basics
Tight jeans you can see her camel toe
Slap that ass like I'm fittin' to domino
Bitch!