Move Ya Hips (feat. Nicki Minaj & MadeinTYO)

It's that time again Frankie motherfuckin' P Fergie, come out and play Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (yeah, yeah, yeah, go) Diamonds all on my gums (gums, yeah) Talkin' my shit, I got runs (got runs) Hole in my jeans like I'm grunge (grunge) Fuckin' that bitch in the buns (buns) She suck on my dick 'til it's numb (yeah, numb) Pockets is fat like The Klumps (Klumps) Rappers is lookin' like lunch (yum) I'm makin' a meal when I munch, woo (let's go, woo) Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got a new loft in Harlem (yo) No, Fergie ain't move to LA, woo (Ferg) Burberry on my collar, ooh Diamonds, they still in my face, woo (ah) You don't want no problems, ooh Fergie be settin' 'em ablaze, ooh (ah) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (yeah, yeah, yeah, go) All of you bitches is food If you the opps, you gon' be singin' the blues Feelin' like Bishop in Juice Word to my dude, this Jimmy Choo on my shoes All of my niggas is macks This is a fact, this ain't no cap app All of my bitches is bad, word to my dad They know we get to the bag Move my hips, okay Tell him to go, then I tell him to stay, hey Baby, it's okay I have been havin' one hell of a day, yay Saint Laurent all on my shades Then I pull up in a cherry Merced's, yay Strawberry shortcake hair Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy Straight from outta Queens, headed to Harlem now I got the panda mink on and it's growlin' now Already bodied "Plain Jane" and we mobbin' now That's 'cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell 'em I'm Billy the G.O.A.T. I'm gettin' that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow My model bitch all up in Vogue All up in Vogue, pardon my Versace robe Streak in my hair like I'm Rogue Nigga, you know, you better not tip on your toes They grippin' the 40 below (ah) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (yeah, yeah, yeah, go)