[Guy] Hey Charli, hey Charli, hey Charli
   [Guy] She's unbelievable and she wit
   [ChB] I-N-C
  
   [Chorus]
   [Guy] Hey Charli
   [ChB] Catch me runnin red lights, niggaz beamin they headlights
   [Guy] Hey Charli
   [ChB] 187 be the digits only numbers you getting nigga
   [Guy] Hey Charli
   [ChB] See me with the angels, ass from all angles
   [Guy] She's unbelievable and she wit
   [ChB] I-N-C
  
   [Verse 1]
   We throw a club in the clique nigga
   I need a thug and a drink
   Scream "The Inc" Till I'm "Gone" like N'SYNC
   Bitches born for the scene
   Ass fat like it was born in them jeans
   They come on to my team
   Now we on to a scheme
   Ready for the tape on
   Face on
   Ass is up never
   Glasses up better
   Fuck it we brown paper baggin off the wagon
   See who worth taggin
   I play wit em but no slidin off
   Im watchin him expression as I'm ridin off
   Play 2-way tag but I'm not for baggin
   Who press cats? Me
   I was back like Jet Lagan
   Your fuckin wit a I.G. associate
   Want a dose of it?
   Can't come close to it
   Keep it brief like our game is been
   With more albums I score see who worth more
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 2]
   Now I play gats, knives wit em cause I love to chase
   22"s on the Lex got em lovin my taste
   Love ta pace
   Mac doors got em lovin my face
   38" on the waste you wastin wit your place
   I don't know you better then I don't show you
   But who's behind my chicks
   Never mind
   Never mind we never find one worth the energy
   My angels on Hennessey thinking they see enemy
   So keep it spinnin like Rule records on radios
   Even out the ratio 7 and 1
   All chicks from the front and the back
   All cliques aw shit we here whenever we near
   Sweetheart I aint tryna swell you let me tell you
   If you can bitter or spit me you can hit me
   Shit I aint met one yet
   Aint settlin foot to the pedal and cats keep on yellin
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 3]
   Ok
   Can go deeper then replies on the beeper
   Ill work wit ya but lemme see if I fit ya
   Im more complex then dinner and a movie
   Nigga you gotta move me
   A bitch kinda moody
   So what's the plan of action
   Get it crakin
   What u working wit lets see if I can work wit it
   Im no amateur game master
   He has ta lay the mack down a little faster bastard
   Too slow and I'm dustin em one up
   Play the hood till the sun up they run up in
   Im skirtin no flirtin
   I aint checkin em niggaz still got the plot thickenin (thickenin)
  
   [Chorus] - repeat 2X