Hot Chick

[Intro: Trey Songz & Ebony Eyez]
Ow!
See this is for you
Trey
This for you, baby
For real?
For you
Okay, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Ebony Eyez]
Now when I met him, he was ridin' clean fresh as Mannie (Uh)
Told me that he wanna see if I taste like candy
He like how I stroll legged, bowlegged down fifth and grandy
Walk in my Argentina don't go sippin' on some brandy (Woo)
I know I'm buggin' but I'm lovin' how the brother thuggin'
I mean the nigga got me feelin' hotter than a oven
He grabbed me by the waist and put his hands on my hips
All I could think about was gettin' a sample of them lips
Now we've been kickin' it since we met in November
Or December (Shit, I don't know, I can't remember)
But that's my nigga and he know that I'ma hold him down
And when his phony homies bounce, I'ma be around, yeah

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
'Cause that's my hot chick, fly chick
My 'round the clock chick smoke the lye
My keep it real chick, trill chick
See that's my one chick down for life
'Cause she a hot chick, fly chick
My 'round the clock chick smoke the lye
My keep it real chick, trill chick
See that's my one chick down for life

[Verse 2: Ebony Eyez]
Now we can hit the liquor sto' (Sto'), while he firin' up the dro (Dro)
Might take a puff but don't let nobody know
If a hater cause static (Static) then he know it's automatic ('Matic)
Shit, I'm right with ya and we gotta let him have it
He know I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it trill
Let him know the deal if he get to actin' ill
See the gleam in his watch (Woo) and my ring full of rocks
As I put my seat back and lean in the drop

[Bridge: Trey Songz & Ebony Eyez]
Shorty ride shotgun in the old school lean to the side lets roll
Uh, uh, yeah, let's roll, let's roll, let's go, let's go
And with me we tryna duck five-oh, gettin' low while we puff that dro
Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh, uh-uh
And if we gotta go down tonight
You know damn well shorty down to fight
See that's the kinda chick I like
Drinkin' Hennessey straight with no ice
Uh, uh, yeah, now tell 'em what you call me

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
'Cause that's my hot chick, fly chick
My 'round the clock chick smok the lye
My keep it real chick, trill chick
See that's my one chick down for life
'Cause she a hot chick, fly chick
My 'round the clock chick smoke the lye
My keep it real chick, trill chick
See that's my one chick down for life

[Verse 3: Ebony Eyez & Trey Songz]
Now he got a few partners but not too many
Don't like them type of gals that's too skinny (Woo)
Tell me watch out for heffers actin' cool with me
Let him know it's all good as long as you with me
He got a lotta muscle and he taught me how to scuffle
He showed me how to hustle my def jams like Russell
He said here is what you gotta do to make a lotta capital
Open up a avenue gone have them all after you
We chill on the couch and watch ESPN
When I'm being a grouch he still my bestest friend
His mama love me, but my daddy can't stand him
Bamas throw tantrums when we creep up in the Phantom
He love me when I wake up, don't like a lotta makeup
We have been on a breakup, but then we kiss and make up
We do a lotta freakin', especially on the weekend
Mornin's and evenin's (Now that's a real chick for ya)
Yeah, 'cause I'm a

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
'Cause that's my hot chick, fly chick
My 'round the clock chick smoke the lye
My keep it real chick, trill chick
See that's my one chick down for life
'Cause she a hot chick, fly chick
My 'round the clock chick smoke the lye
My keep it real chick, trill chick
See that's my one chick down for life

[Outro: Trey Songz]
See that's my one chick down for life
See that's my one chick down for life