Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
D-O-E (Uh-uh), yeah (Uh-uh), mm-mhm (Yeah, yeah)
Mm, mm
True Religion crop top, fat ma, lip locked
Beat swinging to my bra, jingle, swinging, hit my top
Lip wet, top coat, glitter gloss, boss ho
You niggas ain't takin' me 'round the coast
Niggas ain't really on shit, I'm ho-key
New face, crop top, long hair, thick locks
Face give 'em whiplash, body give 'em lockjaw
Body give 'em lockjaw
Body give 'em lockjaw
Hands in the air, baby, call me Little Mami
Put that bitch to dance, yeah, won't you come dance on me?
I feel like a rich girl, call me Gwen Stefani
I want it, I want it
Lip locking, give me jaw
Titties jumping, young ho mode
Double dutch my cup like Vine
Two chrome hearts stay on my thong
My neck, my ass and my crack
All they gon' see when I'm throwin' it back
Black little fine shit all in my track
I ain't gotta text back, she know where I'm at
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you, very true
Meet me on the floor, baby, it's all on you
I'ma give that, spend that, make it ayy
Sexy dance finna make me pay
Darkskin baddie, my type, my shade
K-keep on going, I'ma let you rip my
True Religion crop top, fat ma, lip locked
Beat swinging to my bra, jingle, swinging, hit my top
Lip wet, top coat, glitter gloss, boss ho
You niggas ain't takin' me 'round the coast
Niggas ain't really on shit, I'm ho
Hands in the air, baby, call me Little Mami
Put that bitch to dance, yeah, won't you come dance on me?
I feel like a rich girl, call me Gwen Stefani
I want it, I want it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She's a dancer, dancer
She's a dancer, dancer, yes, sir
She's a dancer, she popping
She handstand, she popping
Now, where them hands?
Where them hands?