[Verse 1]
Let me tell a story 'bout a boy named Brian
This is not a fairy tale, no, that's not what I'm implyin'
This is really not the type rhyme, writing 'bout flexin'
Got some bitches on the phone but I'm really not replyin' type shit
With the clique, and we going out to get ourselves a drink
To the fast lane, might make the pedal fuckin' sink
Bumpin' Lil Wayne, feelin' like we ain't got time to think
Cigarettes, feelin' like we be the kings, got to the party 'bout 11:28
Went up to the bartender askin' for some Bombay
No mixer, straight up, so you know I'm gettin' wasted
Then I realized I ain't even bring my paper
Mike nowhere to be seen, losin' like I'm Charlie Sheen
We can let them wait, panickin' 'cause now my glass is clean
Talkin' to the bartender, Sorry sir, I'm just a teen
That's when I finally met the girl of my fuckin' dreams

[Chorus]
Ain't no game that I play when it comes to
Gettin' that kitty out the cage for my night, go
Drive to store just to buy a fuckin' mattress
If that can mean she gon' end up on my nitrous

[Verse 2]
Back to the story and now I'm talkin' to this girl
I'ma call her Tracy and she lookin' like dessert
She noticin' that I'm trussin', then she asked me, What for?
And I told her everything, and she gave me three fours
She said, Where you wanna go? and I told her, I don't know
Do you got a girlfriend? That don't really matter, though
I'm like, Oh shit, thinkin' 'bout where this gonna go
So I proceed, man's never did this shit before, aye
Back to her place now, tryna get my thing up
2 AM, whiskey dick, 80% discount
So I had to go down, cruisin' down to poon town
Making sure I put that bitch's frown on upside-down
Gettin' pretty wet, sweat runnin' down her neck
And the kitty so cute, I wanna keep it as a pet
She so clean, man, that pussy smell like honeydew zest
Finally gettin' hard, so you know what's finna happen next