Verse One:
  
  To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
  Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
  Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
  The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
  The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
  Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
  But I just can't quit
  Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
  Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
  Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
  Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
  No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
  C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
  Jump in the Rover and come over
  tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
  
  Chorus:
  
  [I love it when you call me big papa]
  Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
  [I love it when you call me big papa]
  To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
  [I love it when you call me big papa]
  If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
  Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin my baby
  Bay-bee
  
  Verse Two:
  
  Straight up honey really I'm askin
  Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin
  Who they attractin with that line, "What's your name what's your sign"
  Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
  And ask what your interests are, who you be with
  Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
  You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
  You go call your crew
  We can rendezvous at the bar around two
  Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
  Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
  So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
  A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
  Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do
  What we came to do, ain't that right boo [truuuueee]
  Forget the telly we just go to the crib
  and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three:
  
  [How ya livin Biggie Smallz] In mansion and Benz's
  Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
  Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
  Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
  Choppin o's, smokin live optimo's
  Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
  A foolish pleasure, whatever
  I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
  However living better now, Gucci sweater now
  Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
  [Honey check it
  Tell your friends, to get with my friends
  And we can be friends
  Shit we can do this every weekend
  Aight? Is that aight with you?
  Yeah... keep bangin]
  
  Chorus