[310Babii]
Like huh?
Rock your hips
Come on
Like what? (GotDamnitDupri)
[310Babii]
Rock your hips
I'm havin' cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted ('Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? Bitch, I'm the one (Huh?)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done
[310Babii]
I been workin' hard, OT
When you got goals to get rich, you don't get no sleep (No sleep)
These niggas actin' like Rodrick, they don't touch no cheese (Niggas broke)
That bitch in love with suckin' dick, that ho got strong knees
Too turnt up (Yop)
The bag just touched down, I'm countin' cash, bitch, I'm up (What?)
I'm nothin' like your nigga, in real life, I'm havin' bucks (Havin')
Your bitch, she not a flex, we done fucked the same slut
They're tryna see if I'm really tough or I got here off luck
Mhm, we gon' see, mmm-mmm, that bitch weak
I thought this was your freak, why she in my homie sheets?
I'm lookin' good and I'm fly, expensive sneaks for the feet
Wait, GotDamnitDupri, why you fuckin' with the beat?
[310Babii]
Rock your hips
I'm havin' cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted ('Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? Bitch, I'm the one ('Cause I'm the one)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done
[OhGeesy]
Rock your hips, shake that ass like an earthquake
Ass-shakin' competition, who gon' come in first place?
She gon' cut it up, nigga, I need first aid
I ain't even get her shit on her birthday
I like rich-ass bitches, you got poor taste
That nigga scary, he be nervous on his court date
Niggas scared to squabble up in that core tank
They gon' make him roll it up on his first day
Scared-ass bitch-ass nigga got four fades
I keep three bad bitches havin' four-ways
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, I got four chains
Thousand-eight grams in a brick of that cocaine
Put an opp in the air, Soul Plane
Then I fuck his baby mama, cold game
She been plottin' on me 'cause you so lame
Make a bitch get in line like Soul Train
[310Babii]
Rock your hips
I'm havin' cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted ('Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? Bitch, I'm the one ('Cause I'm the one)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done
[Jeeezy & 310Babii]
Shake that shit (That shit)
Said she never been fucked like this (Fucked like this)
Give a fuck if we just met, you my bitch (You my bitch)
This nigga lyin' on his hood, he a bitch (He a bitch)
All the Wockiana gone, I'm pourin' Tris (Pourin' Tris)
I be hittin' from the back, I like grippin' on her hips (Grippin' on her hips)
Only fuck with South Central niggas that get tip (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the type of nigga leave if that pussy got a stench (Goddamn)
When they book me, know that fifty-ball a minimum (Yeah, a minimum)
When she text me, all her ink be invisible (Yeah, invisible)
Told her we could shoot a movie, make a cinema (Make a cinema)
Big nigga, but I fuck her like an animal (Like baow)
Rock your hips, I ain't never had no top like this (Like baow)
Don't consider him an opp, he a bitch
I'll still'll fuck a normal bitch, I'm in the mix (Baow)
[310Babii]
Rock your hips
R-r-r-rock your hips
Rock your hips
R-r-r-rock your hips
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