I think she's had plenty of Big Macs.

Lyrics: I want grade A beef, so I can sport it Don't want no brotha with a shortage If you small than I'm bitchin, Tellin you, you a little short a few inches See I ain't got time for no tic tac, See a girly like me needs a Big Mac, You know I gotta be good to my Kit Katt So you small time brothas I ain't wit that Don't bring it to me if it's little, Cus I've gotta have something in the middle, Make me squirm baby, make me wiggle, I wanna scream boy not giggle I want something that I can feel when it's in me, Don't want no stuff that's skinny Make my stomach real full, like a muscle den pulled, Like a bitch been eatin at Wendy's Let me see if you can hit that spot boy Can you make it go crackle and pop boy? So tell me are you packin or not boy? Cis if you ain't than see ya, and the next man wouldn't wanna be ya Cus when you hit this clit, You better come legit and make a bitch say mamma mia Make me scream like hell, make me back up But to do that you got to pack up Make me moan and groan when you swing that bone Like a car have my leg all jacked up