While she up and down on that pole Yeah, drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low, drop it down and get low She said she want a stunner I said, "baby girl, I'm gettin' money" Drop it down, get low, uh-uh, uh-uh Can't forget the girl if I wanted

Come on and think about it Babe uh, yeah! Girl, you my only one though aight, haha You my baby, fuck all that shit You're the one for me Check it out.

Don't want you in my bloodline, yuh Ain't no need to apologize, no But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Love me, love me, baby Are you down? Can you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

You want a real one If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga babe) At me, at me, yeah I guess your nigga too lame, huh? I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby) Girl I bet you want a

What you gonna do when I'm nothing? You're crazy about my styyyyyyyyyle Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon! Woo! Uh-huh Yeah, more real life (grrrrrrrrrr) That's how it is baby, you know it's real More real life, you know it's real (grrrrrrrrrr)

Money, cash, cars, clothes (C'mon) Boys and girls, this is how we play 2000, TP, c'mon uh uh C'mon yeah c'mon Rock Land baby, c'mon This is how we do it

Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Play the block like Tetris, uh Baby girl, it was worth it Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos,

Yeah, uh, yeah I love Trippie Redd Yeah, Big 14, baby Big 14, Big 14, baby, ayy, yeah Gotta tell you something, coming up from overreacting I don't be asking if you're lacking And it must be something, you must feel the energy You must feel it when we're

We in Lil Cali and Pakistan Ralo tell them where we at (yeah) I had to earn my stripes Cook that shit up Quay (yeah, yeah) Four pockets (whoo) Baby, yeah, uh, yeah Four pockets on full My trunk and my hood