Baby don't go, ah Baby don't go Body language she's a poet That she doesn't even know it Girl you keep them like ooh ooh Shawty so incredible Little mama understands The way you do the things you do Nobody else can

We in the bed like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm a buy you a drank (Then I'm a take you home with me) I got money in the bank (Shawty, what chu think about that? Find me in the gray Cadillac) Let's get gone, walk it out (Now walk it out, think about it,

You've officially been chopped and screwed Now you've officially been chopped and screwed Screwed-screwed, chopped-chopped and screwed You've officially been screwed Shawty don't chop me, shawty don't screw me (yeah) You've officially been dance-dance

Yeah, you know, I smashed Foreign Spanish jawn, I really like your lemonade I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face She just got apparel, all because a nigga paid Put her in the past, 'cause you know Yeah, I smashed, yeah Shawty let me smash So I put her

Why you playin', shawty? I could put you on, yeah I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah 'Cause I don't wanna be a playa no more I don't wanna be a playa no more Be a playa no more 'Cause I

Uh-okay, shawty know what's up, shawty want a rockstar Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Woah, woah, woah, slatt Walk in that bitch with my toolie, walk in that bitch with Lil Uzi These bitches they

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

Club jam packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty They want girls kissin girls, that's the way we do it, flexin' yeah Shawty wanna ride with the team, go on and come Mollies and 'em perks, got these young bitches sprung I know you enjoying these

You can tell by the look in her eyes Sexy down the runway Take a picture on the runway Look at her Shawty knows she's the shit She's like the devil in disguise When she's on the runway Walkin' down the runway

We in the bed like ooh ooh Let's get gone Ooh I'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank Shawty what you think 'bout that Ill be in the grey cadillac I'ma buy you a drink ooh wee Walk it out (now walk it think about it, aw snap) Now rock rock