I aint really tryna be your man
I'm tryna throw these bands
Make it go up to the ceiling fan
We got something in common girl
Oh she won't get loose, loose
Like a nigga from the crew
(Don't stop get it, get it)
You know I'm wit' it, wit' it
Fucking with us high rollers
Girl you know we tippin' tippin'
Now won't you twerk some more
Now come and get this dough
Won't you head out to the door
Yea' you know what time it is
Bout to bring that ass to pound town
Oh you got that waterwork
Like the way it sound sound
Watch it come back down down
You got them stretch marks
Watch you buss it down girl
Now won't you twerk some more
Now come and get this dough
Won't you head out to the door