text: Its that time again
  Frankie motherfuckin P
  Fergie, come out and play
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Diamonds all on my gums 
  Talkin my shit, I got runs 
  Hole in my jeans like Im Grunge 
  Fuckin that bitch in the buns 
  She suck on my dick til its numb 
  Pockets is fat like The Klumps 
  Rappers is lookin like lunch 
  Im makin a meal when I munch, woo 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leaving she tell me to stay, ooh 
  Got a new loft in Harlem
  No, Fergie aint move to LA, woo 
  Burberry on my collar, ooh
  Diamonds, they sit in my face, woo 
  You dont want no problems, ooh
  Frankie P set em ablaze, ooh 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, 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 aint 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, its 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 its growlin now
  Already bodied Plain Jane and we mobbin now
  Thats cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style
  Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell em Im Billy the G.O.A.T.
  Im 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 Im Rogue
  Nigga, you know, you better not tip on your toes
  They grippin the 40 below 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay 
  Move your hips, okay
  When I be leavin, she tell me to stay