Lyrics

Girl, the way you're moving got me in a trance (yeah) DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (come on) I'ma sip Moscato, and you gon' lose them pants (ooh) Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (l'eggo) Girl, drop it to the floor (yeah) I love the way your booty go (come on) All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Waka, Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, yeah!) All that ass, in your jeans Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet? Long hair, she don't care, when she walk, she gets stares Brown-skin or a yellow bone, DJ, this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm, flood warning, Flocka, yeah Blow it, fuck it, I don't care, Jacksons flying everywhere Tap my partner Roscoe, like, "Bruh, I'm drunk as hell, can't you tell? Threw me 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fucking well I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me Take this dick while I swallow, Pink Moscato got her freaky Hey, you got me in a trance (damn), please take off your pants Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweating Please pass me a fan, damn
Writer(s): Christopher James Gholson, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Juaquin Malphurs, Jeffrey Lee Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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