It's that time again
Frankie motherf**kin' 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)
F**kin' that b***h in the buns (Buns)
She suck on my d**k '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
No, Fergie ain't move to LA, woo (Ferg)
Burberry on my collar, ooh
Diamonds, they sit in my face, woo (Ah)
You don't want no problems, ooh
Frankie P set '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 makks
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 Mercedes, 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 b***h 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)
