That's What I Like - Ray J, Truth, Knotch

Big truck and some jumper cables

Cocaine on the coffee table

Bad bitch with her clit pierced

'Cause she always like to get that pussy played with

40k for the Carti bracelet

Audemars strap alligator

Wife at home in the kitchen

Cooking collard greens with that London bacon

High as fuck yeah we’re in the Matrix

Private jet with the Fendi blanket

Premium niggas we’re in incubators

And them fuck niggas bitches pussy stinkin'

Gucci suit with the cigarette

Poker face with the biggest bet

Big homie got the dollars

Told the judge in Texas don’t hold him yet

Young JJ with the dynamite

But they ain’t seen the explosion yet

Sticky Ricky with the gold chains

The Versace pendant starting to choke my neck

Young pimpin' call me Dolomain

Million dollars in the Samsonite

Only drink that rocky roc

If the coke a double and the soda bakin'

That’s that shit that I like

Right there I like

That’s the real shit that I like

That’s just the shit that I like

Right there I like

That’s the real shit that I like

That’s just the shit that I like

Big trucks big blunts bumin'

Oh my ex bitch higher learnin'

Real niggas smokin' marijuana

While the bitches sniffin' that Uma Thurman

Young JJ with the dynamite

Got the biggest breasts and the biggest thighs

Private jet to Louisville

Just to get the chicken Kentucky fried

That’s that shit that I like

Right there I like

That’s the real shit that I like

That’s just the shit that I like

Right there I like

That’s the real shit that I like

That’s just the shit that I like

Pimpin', pimpin', I don’t sponsor chicks

These stupid hoes lacking competence

I break hearts, records and accomplishments

But I know I’m dope say the compliments

Pimpin all over the continents

With no rules, no consequence

When I finish fucking I’ma call the Uber

Send her home with nothing but some confidence

Cocaine on the coffee table, marijuana on the roily track

But somebody please somebody tell me why the lighters always float away

Keep them bitches by the bakers dozen

Truthly hotter than the bakers oven

Only in the club if we making something

'Cause we been the realest we ain’t faking nothing

Walking places I can hear the mumbles

But that’s just part of living in the jungle

Build a wall and I’ma dig a tunnel

But they disappear when it’s time to rumble

Chasing money never chasing broads

It’s pimpin' baby and you know the laws

When we win awards we ain’t giving speeches

We just flick em off while they all applaud

That’s that shit that I like

Right there I like

That’s the real shit that I like

That’s just the shit that I like

Right there I like

That’s the real shit that I like

That’s just the shit that I like

Diamonds when I walk in

I hear them talking, yeah

That’s what I like

Brought all the bad ones with me, a whole committee

'Cause that’s what I like,

Sippin' apple juice and Henny in the back of the Mulsanne

With diamonds on my pinky ring

'Cause that’s what I like

Chauffeurs speeding on the highway, I got two naked

That’s what I like, yeah