Yeah, yeah, yeah
D-O-E, yeah, mhm (yeah)
Mm, mm
True Religion crop top, fat mall, lip locked
D swinging to my bra, triangles swinging hit my top
Lip wet, top coat, glitter claws, boss hard
You niggas are taking me 'round the coast
Niggas got money, I shit in a ho
Two faced, crop top, long hair, big locks
Face give 'em whiplash, body give 'em lock jaw
Body give 'em lock jaw
Body give 'em lock jaw
Hands in the air, baby, call me Little Mami
Put that bitch to dance, yeah, won't you come dance on me?
I feel like a rich girl, call me Gwen Stefani
I want it, I want it
Lip locking, give me chords
Titties jumping, young ho mode
Double dutch my cup like Vine
Two chrome, I stay on my thong
My neck, my ass and my crack
All they gon' see when I'm throwing it back
Black little fine shit all in my track
I ain't gotta take check, you know where I'm at
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you, very true
Meet me in the floor, baby, it's all on you
I'ma give that, spend that, make it ayy
Sexy dance gonna make me pay
Y'all stand body, my type, my shade
Keep on going, I'ma let you rip my
True Religion crop top, fat mall, lip locked
D swinging to my bra, triangles swinging hit my top
Lip wet, top coat, glitter claws, boss hard
You niggas are taking me 'round the coast
Niggas got money, I shit in a ho
Hands in the air, baby, call me Little Mami
Put that bitch to dance, yeah, won't you come dance on me?
I feel like a rich girl, call me Gwen Stefani
I want it, I want it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She's a dancer, dancer
She's a dancer, dancer, yes, sir
She's a dancer, she popping
She handstand, she popping
Now, where them hands?
Where them hands?
