B.o.B — Smash it

Ka-Ka-Kato on the track bitch [Pre Hook: London Jae] Roll it, hit it, light it, ash it Pass it, fuck it, Bobby smash it [Hook] Nigga you don't know me Pay me what ya owe me Cop another oz Roll another stogie Pass it to the homie, homie, homie Pass it to the homie If she throw it at me Imma dive like a goalie Yeah I know she want me, other niggas phony Yall don't even wanna make a good impression Do it for the homie, homie, homie Do it for the homie If she feelin froggy jump it off for the homie [Verse 1] Yeah, this is not for Katy Perry fans This the type of shit your parents ban I be smokin' more than Method Man Chain smokin' give you second hand At the top, how's the weather man? Miami hoes with excessive tans She bought a booty with a credit scam So she fit those leggings real aggressive man This is not for show And this is not for gimmick Niggas counterfeiting flows that I invented Hella epic fails, it's a epidemic Crop 'em out the picture I'm so photogenic (cheese) Fill my pockets with it Get your check-up nigga like a doctor visit Big booty Egyptian hoes, textin' me in hieroglyphic Where's my etiquette, girl let me pour you a beverage (what) What is your preference (Bobby!), she like it straight with no extra shit She just wanna party And I told her, she can turn up, if she [Pre Hook] Roll it, hit it, light it, ash it Pass it, fuck it, Bobby smash it [Hook] Nigga you don't know me Pay me what ya owe me Cop another oz Roll another stogie Pass it to the homie, homie, homie Pass it to the homie If she throw it at me Imma dive like a goalie Yeah I know she want me, other niggas phony Yall don't even wanna make a good impression Do it for the homie, homie, homie Do it for the homie If she feelin froggy jump it off for the homie [Verse 2] Turn another corner engine roarin' Since it's foreign Imma need a translator Just to see how fast it's going Pull up to the valet with a Berry Halle And she from the valley smokin' on that Cali Keep the liquor pourin' Pourin', pourin', keep the liquor pourin' Niggas try to knock me 'til I bring it to the door and Should I get a flight and get the seat before its boardin' From the Jump Man like Jordan Thumbin' through it I got Carpal Tunnel So much tree that I could start a jungle So much pussy it be hard to juggle She got a light skin friend look like Michael Jackson She gotta dark skin friend look like Carlton Mama What's a party without Bob Flash mob ho that's bitches without bras Ghost ride the whip, that's niggas without cars Ghost writing lyrics that's niggas behind bars Whole lotta haters and a whole lotta commas Whole lotta commas and a lot more comin' Whole lotta bandz that's a whole lotta drummin' With my nigga London fuckin' hoes out in London like (sheesh) She just wanna party and I told her if she [Pre Hook] Roll it, hit it, light it, ash it Pass it, fuck it, Bobby smash it [Hook] Nigga you don't know me Pay me what ya owe me Cop another oz Roll another stogie Pass it to the homie, homie, homie Pass it to the homie If she throw it at me Imma dive like a goalie Yeah I know she want me, other niggas phony Yall don't even wanna make a good impression Do it for the homie, homie, homie Do it for the homie If she feelin froggy jump it off for the homie