To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace lyrical douches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
The back of the club, sipping Moet is where you'll find me

The back of the club, macking hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question asking, blunt passing, music blasting
But I just can't quit because one of these honies
Biggie's got to creep with, sleep with, keep the E.P. a secret
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?

I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes
C-notes by the layers, true fucking players

Jump in the Rover and come over
I got chronic, I got chronic
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got
I got my chronic

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To all the honies getting money playing niggas like dummies

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'cause I see some ladies tonight
'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby

Straight up honey, really I'm asking
Most of these niggas think they be macking
But they're just motherfucking acting

Who they attracting with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign?"
Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, and "Who you be with?"
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial

You gonna be here for a while
I'm gonna go call my crew, You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil' Cease
Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt

Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gonna do
What we came to do, ain't that right, boo
Forget the telly we just go to my crib
And watch a movie in the Jacuzzi smoking big Ls while you do me

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To all the honies getting money playing niggas like dummies

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'cause I see some ladies tonight
'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby

How ya living Biggie Smallz? In mansion and Benzes
Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gatts strapped with infrared beams

Chopping Os, smoking lye and Optimos
Money, hoes, and clothes is all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure

Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend
Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BMs, drop top BMs

Honey check it
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Shit, we can do this every goddamn weekend
Keep bangin'

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To all the honies getting money playing niggas like dummies

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'cause I see some ladies tonight
'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby