It’s that time again
Frankie motherfuckin’ P
Fergie, come out and play
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Skrrt)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Diamonds all on my gums (Gums, yeah)
Talk all my shit, I got runs (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 clumps (Clumps)
Rappers is lookin’ like lunch
I’m makin’ a meal when I munch (Let’s go, woo)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving she tell me to stay (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Got a new loft in Harlem, you know, Fergie ain’t move to L.A (Woo)
Burberry on my collar (Ooh), diamonds, they still in my face (Woo)
You don’t want no problems (Ooh), Fergie be settin’ ’em ablaze (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Skrrt)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
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
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 having 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 out of 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 getting that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow)
(My model bitch all up in Vogue)
All up in Vogue, put on 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)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Skrrt)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
