Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!) Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap
SME (on behalf of Sony Music Media); UBEM, ASCAP, CMRRA, Kobalt Music Publishing, Sony ATV Publishing, EMI Music Publishing, AMRA, SOLAR Music Rights Management, Abramus Digital, and 14 Music Rights Societies
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