[112 + (Joe)]
  112! (Jump off!)
  Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)
    [Verse One: Joe Budden]
  You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
  Don't no other mami give me head like you
  I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
  y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
  We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
  You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
  Don't mistake my talkin modest
  Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet
  Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
  Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
  Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
  Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
  When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
  New school your neck, take that herringbone off
  Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
  System old school, play 'em and had 'em
  We makin it happen, oh yeah
    [Chorus: 112]
  Turn this off for a minute
  We can do bigger things if you widdit
  We can be me and you, I know you feel it
  You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"
  All you want, you can get it
  You can have all my time, let's spend it
  The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
  Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
    [Verse Two: Joe Budden]
  Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
  Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
  I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
  They already know they gotta pay for they meals
  Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies
  Just because I don't match your compatible sign
  I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
  Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
  When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
  Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
  And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
  "La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look
  Private party, it's just me, you
  and the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
  Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)
  Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Joe Budden]
  Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
  And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
  I need dat in my life, a G might cry
  But you the only one that ever get to see that side
  Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
  We can take baby steps, that may be the best
  Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
  But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you
  If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
  Ready to take things a little mo' serious
  Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
  Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
  Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons
  Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
  Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
  Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin
    [Interlude: 112]
  Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
  Let me get the chance, I can show you more
  Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out
  "La la-la la, la la la la"
  If I could, wife you out, ride this out
  You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
  I could show you what this life's about
  I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
    [Chorus - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
    [Joe Budden]
  This is the type of shit right here, listen
  You gotta go to the car wash on this one
  Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
  If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
  Take it to the car wash
  Don't just get the exterior joint neither
  We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
  And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
  So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
  Ha ha! Ayy..