Lyrics On the Leather - Radio Edit - Pimp C. , Marcus Money

She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good

This that type of song that makes you get your cake up
Wake up chasing' paper ain't no way I take a pay cut
This one's for Texas. We've got models, with no makeup
Poppin' bottles, you've gotta ball to make her lay up
That ass' on the leather with astoundin' hips
That 'lac an automatic but she found the stick
Another down south hit. The sound' so lit
Tropical storm flooded, look at the down south drip
(Aye)
Look. I'm on my Chad B. groove
Before I made a way, I had to make a move
I took the stairs like Rocky. I'm just confident, not cocky
Said she wanna f my car I'm thinking' yeah me too

She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good

From G. County to Houston to Dallas, Austin, Abilene
P.A., Laredo, S.A. everywhere in between
We keep it triple Tex-rated
R.I.P. to Pimp, Screw and Pat. Drop the top so gracious
Trunk knock 'til it's blown, Exotic Pop and it foams
Anything you spotted, I just bought it. Ain't no financial loans
I've got seeds in the streets
I've been sewing for 20 and its about time
I reap em 'cause it owes me some money
Matter of fact, just keep it. I don't need it, don't want it
I did it all out of love, and it ain't no secret, I run it
Yeah I'm hungry but still I'm Eat'n. Check the clothing
I keep a thousand on my body, customizin' and glowing'
She wanna know when I'm blowin' up, this ain't no over night
But we ain't gotta wait for Christmas. Get it in on sight
Pulling up at the yo. Get it in on the mic
Then I hit the stage, set it ablaze, while they're dimming the lights

She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good

We got models in Texas, so man that body looks good