I'm the Gucci man, and I'm rocking, and there ain't no stopping me when I'm only in my city

So easily I scoop a freak, 'cause he's today put my hand on the back of her pants and work, make her body jerk

Hold still, 'cause this won't hurt

Five, six, seven, eight

And let me see your booty shake

Booty shake

Booty shake

Booty shake

Booty shake

To the mic, getting high

Ooh to the people, I came to rock, so girls get busy

People dance when they hear me rocking like no other

And my down work to the mother. Quick up the bass and let it flow; what you ain't heard, what you don't know?

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Dame me ver tu culo shake

Booty shake

Booty shake

Booty shake

Ay yo, check this out

Booty shake! I like a guy with a big behind

Ooh, bro, my mind, shaking it like a bowl of Jell-O. Yo, take it slow, mix some body in the low

Shaking it, breaking it, shaking it

To the point where the people ain't taking it

Five, six, seven, eight

And let me see your booty shake

Booty shake

Booty shake

Get up with your booty, booty shake

Get up with your booty, booty shake!

N' get up with your booty, booty shake

Dame, get up with your booty, booty shake!

Get up with your booty, booty shake

I'm glad my music's loud when I'm walking down the street; I find myself a sex-free pop the trunk, quick up the boom, invite the freak back to my room

Pop the Don Perignon

Then turn on a funky slow song and say

Booty shake

Booty shake