Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance 'Cause if you're down (back up, back up and) Baby, I like your style Ooh yeah, very long time Back up, back up, back up and wine it Where, where, where

Gonna dress you up in my love All over your body All over, all over From your head down to your toes Dress you up in my love You've got style That's what all the girls say Satin sheets

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

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt Midnight, you come and pick me up, no

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

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

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,

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

To the moon Gonna be all right First class flight to the stars Don't you hesitate I'm gonna take you straight I'm going to the moon in style Are you ready to ride? I got a rocket in my pocket

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to