Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L. Floyd
L. Floyd
Songwriter
C. Bryant
C. Bryant
Songwriter

Lyrics

Aiight
Ripped her out the plastic, she got a lotta um hmm
Dollar problems, solve it, she probably swallow um hmm
Grippers hit different when the blue light on
I was vibin', tryna see if one or two of em on
Fuck it, loyalty my DNA
Demons probably swang
Angels have to load up, you dont really want that gang
Real gang, spread, collecting aint nun really change
Still the topic
Honorable mentions, still want change
Can tell she'n been swouped, true I prep for the plane
Little more time, proof a prove, Superman
I just wanna see your body move, like a wave
Do it like them workers who the truth, on the stage, uh
Yay her, really is pressure in the light
I like the way she rock her hips like diamond, fuck a crime
Knuck if you buck
Nothin' fail but a try
Do like Khia with your back, neck, Wang with it right
Uh-huh
Gotta be a candy store
Just can't pick one way to go
With no hands
Got a plan how it sweep the flow
Busted now we touchin' to a Isley song
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Uh
Gotta be a candy store
Just can't pick one way to go
With no hands
Got a plan how it sweep the floor
Busted now we touchin' to a Isley song
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Put on your black dress
When I see you
And the sun hit
It look see-through
That's a bad bitch
And she mean to, can't fuck with average
That's not what we do
Put on your black dress
When I see you
And the sun hit
It look see-through
That's a bad bitch
And she mean to, can't fuck with average
That's not what we do
See I'm a real one
I never been the type
To treat you like a side ho
You look more like a wife,
Yavo Teddy pentagrass
Turn off the lights
I'd rather say good morning, shawty don't you say goodnight
All them **** in your comments
They be nervous when they see you out in public
They be flexin' cash, you told them that money ain't a subject
I can see it in your walk, swear to God it's somethin' bout her
Booty so big, hands up to walk around her
Ooh, I'm ten toes down, makin' plays on the sideline
If you know the rules, please stay within the guidelines
I'm tryna see more than what they see in a lifetime
I promise that you'll never see a better woman than mine
And that's the truth, and I don't shoot shots
I throw my partners alley oops
Stop starin' at my liquor like you tryna see the proof
Before you call the baddest, can you tell him what to do
BK, Yavo coming through
Gotta be a candy store
Just can't pick one way to go
With no hands
Got a plan how it sweep the floor
Busted now we touchin' to a Isley song
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Uh
Gotta be a candy store
Just can't pick one way to go
With no hands
Got a plan how it sweep the floor
Busted now we touchin' to a Isley song
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
I like the way you move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Uh
Written by: C. Bryant, L. Floyd
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