Ms. Parker

Cut the music up in the headphones, please

As I give you, the business

Cut the music up, please

In the headphones, please

Please

Hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

Talking 'bout, hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

Hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

Get 'em

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker

Lil' shorty want me

How do I know? 'Cause she told me so

Yeah, lil' shorty on E

Somebody let her know that I got a few more

Yeah, lil' shorty Rollie

Baby, we can go wherever you wanna go

Yeah, never taking too long

Give me that look, I tell the ****, I'm down

Damn you Rollie

I'm talking 'bout when she text me I call back

I got to her apartment and fall back

She attack my heart, heart attack

Cardiac, carded that **** that she throwing it at

And I caught that

I bought that, yeah I pay for her

I break down walls, make a way for her

I wait for her

Oh yeah, I'll wait for her

Tick, tick, tock

Tick, tick, tock

Tick, tick, tock

I'll wait

Hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker

Hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

Bitch, I'm Mac Maine

Damn, look at Ms. Parker

On the side of the road, taking off her copper

Bending over under the hood, her car won't start up

Hold up, Ms. Parker, **** about to park, uh

I parked my whip and proceeded to her car

I know I'ma beam, she done broke, I'm at a parked car

She got that big old thing poking out so far

Dat my mom couldn't be mad if she finally let my pa fuck

She saw a **** and was like, hey Mack Man

I saw you on the video, with Lil' Wayne and T-Pain

In the back of the armored truck, like switching four lanes

Hollering out, whoosh boy, like money ain't a thing

I gave her a jump and we went to the spot

She was getting all hot, special treatment for that cock

Had her screaming out, pump harder and harder

Call Chris Tucker, I done fucked Ms. Parker

Hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

I'm talking 'bout, hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

Hey, Ms. Parker, Parker

She threw that ass back and then she park it, park it

She handcuff a **** like a sergeant, sergeant

Hit her with a dick and now she's stalking, stalking

Yeah, so I hit her with the ruler

Frostbit gutter, got ice like a cooler

I don't give a fuck, bitch, your man is a pooper

The two of us pass in the whip and chuck the deuce up

Got a loose butt, tight waist, flat stomach, nice titties

Cute feet, nice face, yeah, she say she from the Tri-State

That don't really matter I could fly you out to my state

Yeah, I could take you to the right place

Top floor, penthouse, balcony, my place

Yeah, make a **** throw some dollars out

Then I holler out

Hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms.

Talking 'bout, hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

Talking 'bout, hey, Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker, Ms. Parker

I say, girl, you got an ass on you

I say, Ms. Parker, you got an ass on you

Say, when you gonna let me fuck?

Say, when you gonna let me fuck?

When you gonna let me fuck?

Say, when you gonna let me fuck?

I say, when you gonna let me fuck?

I say, when you gonna let me fuck?

Call Chris Tucker, I done fucked Ms. Parker

Make a **** gon' keep passing you up

Speaking

Fuck that

I'm like hey, Ms. Parker

When you gonna let a **** fuck?

Ms. Parker