The way that you do Nobody rocks it the way that you do, You got style, Pop your collar, Cause you're all kinds of cool, You're legit, You're the boss, Even when the mic is off, Nobody rocks it,

But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive

Uh huh I'm worth it Gimme gimme I'm worth it Give it to me, I'm worth it Baby I'm worth it "Ooh I love your style" Uh huh show me what you got What you actin' shy for? Uh huh you see me in the spot like 'Cause I don't wanna waste my time

Because she way out I've never seen her talk but I'm telling you she way out I've never seen her dance moves, dancing like she way out Moving but she just can't move She's definitely got the style on you With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you

Shouldn't feel so far apart You can choose what you take Why you gotta break and make it feel so hard Watch you when you say What you are and when you blame Everyone, you broken king Watch you change the frame or Watch you when you take your aim At the

I just arrived (I'm here) No way I'm goin' out sad (No way) That boy is my son (My yute) Copy my style? You're nuts (You're crazy) That means I am his dad (I'm pops) God knows I got it in the bag (The bag) Dem man are stayin' inside (Where?) Comin' like

And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

And I got all the drugs in the world that you need We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like

Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then

My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Hey j-j-jaded Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me, ex-rated