Black Orchid lyrics

[Intro]
"[?] This goes out to all the titty bars across the world… to all the girls… who shakin' the ass at the titty bars."

[Verse 1]
What's up honey? Don't mind me asking, but how your ass been?
And f*ck that chatty n*gga, if he's a has been
I got twenty, 'cause I'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the di*k, if you gettin' any
You gotta work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
It don't matter 'cause these b*tches know I got the fatter dough
Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick di*k like Houdini
I want ya fine ass on my di*k like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya ass, all I see is pus*y skin
And nigs don't know about my titty bar ho
She be dancin' 'til the break of dawn wit' no panties on
Dough, lickin' her lips, her pus*y smells on my fingertips
She's ill, I think I f*cked her wit' the dollar bill
For real, her titties, look so firm, I might burn
If I run up in her raw, wit the super sperm
She got a

[Hook]
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
[Verse 2]
Somethin' surprise me about your eyes
They make my di*k rise, and then your ass got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya pus*y, ho
They make my di*k swoll, and you the reason why these n*ggas roll
Big cash flow, watch your ass ho
pus*y for days, got nigs, runnin' thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin' at me, know I wanna skeez ya
Then I got the other pus*y, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
pus*y ain't nothin', but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
I'm just a n*gga wit' a di*k, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, 'cause I aim to please
I bet that pus*y get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you

[Hook]
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
[Verse 3]
I see the way every n*gga is scoping, hoping
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every n*gga in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein' the back of your head, watchin' that ass from behind
Tell me somethin', if you wasn't workin' at this club
Would you be lookin' at me like you was f*ckin' me
Or better yet be duckin' me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothin' from me
If this was back in the day, you be f*ckin' for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another Corona
I give the b*tch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the DJ slow it down, 'cause this b*tch is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna f*ck ya pus*y, but I don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God damn, b*tch, do you know who the f*ck I am, gotta

[Hook]
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf*cka, outta baller's cash flow
[Outro]
"This goes out to all the titty bars across the world… to all the girls… who shakin' the ass at the titty bars… you gotta find that big tipper who's slow to accept… real mate, baby, sexy, sexy, sexy."