Mr. Cheeks - Lights, Camera, Action! Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, okay (yeah)
Ooh, ooh (this one's a vivrant thing)
Lb, G.I. One fam, oh my (bounce with me now)
Bink, Dawg, hot (I'm talkin', this gone be somethin' now)
Mr. Cheeks, woo (I'm talkin' lights, camera, action)
Okay (get down now)
Bink Dawg now, One Shot Deal shit

Yeah, okay
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Money spent, niggas gettin' bent, chicks in front of me
Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin' somethin'
I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin' somethin'
Booties dancin' 'round a nigga and I'm peelin' ones
Off the top of the stash and I'm feelin' buns
Plus I'm dolo at a table, I'm fuckin' with this chick
With a phat body and a ring up in her navel
Dances around, she struts with the "fuck" walk
Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk
Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at you
Know a lot of famous women, seen and as bad as you
You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that
Sippin' on ya Henny, askin' where the weed at
Lemme put you onto somethin'
You fuckin' with a big nigga, no frontin'

Yeah, uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"
Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"

Okay, yeah
I love the way it's goin' down, she got the thong on
She started bouncin' more once she heard the "Thong Song"
Them high heels got them calves lookin' right too
Shorty, come live with me for the night, true
Shit, I'm only tryna holla, it's only right you holla back
So where you headed? Lemme follow that
Now word up, I got plans for you
It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do
The way you move to the music, it make a nigga wanna
Take you up outta here, go somewhere and lose it
And your physique is off the chain
It's gonna be hard gettin' you off the brain
I mean we could take a drive in the X5
The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex live
You's a dime piece, I'm tryna see somethin'
Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin'

Uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"
Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Hey, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"

Yeah, I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet
And I'm hopin' that it's you that a nigga get
Hear them callin' out your name, I guess you're showtime
Get your money, shorty, lemme see you pole climb
Toes out, back showin' off her tattoo
Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch you
Lookin' as good as you smell, pay your own bills
Ass soft as a cushion, pushin' your own wheels
Yeah, I'm feelin' you, tryna see the deal with you
What's goin' on later on? Can I chill with you?
We can do anything that you wanna do
You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you
Get your dance on
Love the way you make the moves with no pants on
Let's ride
Bounce to your man's song
Let's get the goin' goin' on before the chance gone
Next stop

Uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"
Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Hey, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"
Uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"
Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me, for real, it's gonna be somethin'
Hey, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"

Yo, turn with me now
Do my thing with me, hey, swing with me now
Bink Dawg now, One Shot Deal shit
Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit
It's that real shit, it's that new shit
How we come through shit
Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us
Let's go get it, niggas tried to come get us
Back, niggas know my fuckin' style
Got the booties in the back, hey, meanwhile
We just fuckin' and smokin' and drinkin'
Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin'?
Aww shit, we's high tonight
And my nigga said "Let's ride tonight"
We out in Miami
We in New York
Twist the cap, pop the cork
Yeah, shorty, lemme see somethin'
Fuckin' with me and my team then it's gon' be somethin'
I'm talkin' 'bout lights, camera, action
Had a nigga singin, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson"
Yeah, oh, haha, sorry, Ms. Jackson
But shorty actin' like she ready for some action