Field Mob – Hey Shawty

Hey hey, hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty

Swisher in my ear when I'm rollin up
I see this beautiful whore, she finer than a mutha' fu'
Got ya hair and ya nails did, got the little kid with the cashews
With an attitude that you could never lose
I know you think I'm paid because I'm lookin at ya car
Just call me Old E 'cause baby you the star
I see you lookin at me lookin at you
That voodoo that you do got me gone so I sing a song (hey shawty)
For times I'm alone with the number of your phone
You givin me the eye so I know it's really real on
First let me tell you 'bout my baby mama at home
And as you'll find out, it's time to time out
You in the same situation, the love probation got you fiendin for some dick
You ain't slick
But you got your hair right, plus you look and smell good and it read right

(Chorus)
Hey shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin for some pussy 'cause I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin for some pussy 'cause I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty