Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Composer
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

This is not just another dance sooooong This that, "Baby did you leave ya man home?" Kuz I'm tryna party like I'm grown I'm tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah You my type, my type and I'm starving I think you fit my appetite Kan you live up to the hype? I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes She a stripper, but she bad tho Got back on her feet She was doing bad though Made it out the struggle I respect her hustle, yeah Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah If you an independent woman, yeah Mercedes Benz, Celine bag You ain't ever gotta tell her And she know she bad Let me see you, no hands Let me see you pop it like rubber bands Kan you make me feel like the man? Kan you sit it all in my right hand? Uh ohhhhhh Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it Pop it, shake it Pop it, pop it, pop it Shake it, pop it, shake it Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though) Tryna keep up, but I don't wanna crash though (crash though) Baby got back though She the type you sneak out the back door Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split Damn girl, you bad as shit She a vegan, but she still thick I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, westside G bitch, big spender, big tipper Grab the ones, bring the liquor Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger And Jay got B and I'm YG, pop that on me Jay got B and I'm YG, girl pop that pussy on me Let me see you, no hands Let me see you pop it like rubber bands Kan you make me feel like the man? Kan you sit it all in my right hand? Uh ohhhhhh Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it Pop it, shake it Pop it, pop it, pop it Shake it, pop it, shake it Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it All my independent ladies, go'n shake something, go 'head Shake something 'til ya break something, oh yeah Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head Shake something, baby, shake something All my independent ladies, go'n shake something, go 'head Shake something 'til ya break something, oh yeah Twerk something, baby, twerk something Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something Let me see you, no hands Let me see you pop it like rubber bands Kan you make me feel like the man? Kan you sit it all in my right hand? Uh ohhhhhh Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it Pop it, shake it Pop it, pop it, pop it Shake it, pop it, shake it Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane, Keenon Dequan Rae Jackson, Khia Chambers, Michael J Williams, Edward Meriwether Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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