text: I make her say
  Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
  When I...
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
  I make her say
  Oh, oh-oh-oh, AH-AH-AH-OH-OH
  What up? Ah-ah
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
  Me first... Ha-ha!
  Ugh, ugh-ugh, she wanna have whatever she like
  She can if she bring her friend
  And we can have one hell of a night
  Through the day, ayy
  I mean, you staring like a creeper cause you gotta peep her
  I mean, you prolly might be saying you aint jockin either
  But, man, ol girl got a fat ol ass
  Yeah, the type to make you tell a bitch, Just dance
  And fuck them other niggas cause she down for her bitches 
  Fuck them other niggas cause she down for the sticking 
  And fuck them other niggas, hope she down for some licking 
  And fuck them other bitches cause she down for the tricking, ugh
  Im hopin she a rider
  When its said and done, do she spit it up or swallow now?
  I aint gotta trip about them niggas who like her
  Cause me and mami know who can really make her go
  Oh, oh-oh-oh 
  Oh, oh-oh-oh
  When I...
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face 
  Pa-pa-poke her face
  I make her say
  Oh, oh-oh-oh 
  AH-AH-AH-OH-OH
  When I...
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face 
  Pa-pa-poke her face
  What she talking bout, Ye?
   Yeah
  She said she want whatever she like
  She said she gon bring her friend
  And we gon have a hell of a night
  Through the day
  I made her say—Hold up, born in 88? 
  How old is that? Old enough
  I got seniority with the sororities
  So, that explain why I love college
  Getting brain in the library cause I love knowledge
  When you use your medulla oblongata
  And give me scoliosis until Im comatos-es
  And do while Im sleep, yeah a little osmosis
  And thats my commandment you aint gotta ask Moses
  More champagne, more toasts-es
  More damn planes, more coasts-es
  And fuck a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa, -oza
  Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
  When I...
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
  I make her say
  Oh, oh-oh-oh 
  AH-AH-AH-OH-OH
  When I...
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
  I make her say
  She said she want whatever she like
  But you gotta bring your friend
  And we can have one hell of a night
  Through the day
  She blamed it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol 
  She had her hair did; it was bound to fall 
  Down, down for a—damn, Cudi already said it
  Her poker Facebook, I already reddit
  But man, her head was gooder than the music
  Electro body, known to blow fuses
  A stripper from the South, looking for a payday
  Said, Bitch, you should do it for the love like Ray J
  But they say, you be on that conscious tip
  Get your head right, and get up on this conscious dick
  I embody everything from the godly to the party
  Its the way I was raised on the Southside safari, so
  Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
  When I...
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
  I make her say
  Oh, oh-oh-oh, AH-AH-AH-OH-OH
  When I
  Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
  Cant read my, cant read my
  No, he cant read my poker face
  Shes got me like nobody
  Cant read my, cant read my 
  No, he cant read my poker face 
  Shes got me like nobody