[Hook: Hit-Boy] Ass (Hot) The way you dance (Hot) Girl your stance (Hot) I got plans (I drop it) Move that ass (Hot) The way you dance (Hot) Girl your stance (Hot) I got plans (I drop it)
[Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Pop it, pop it, girl you got it, got it In this seat for like three weeks, girl I been watching, watching You walk in with all your girls, all solid and thorough You bouncin’ left to right, you treat this club like it’s your world The truth, the truth, damn that ass’s the truth It’s a couple things I’m a fan of, that’s henney money, and you And they doin’ things, they doin’ things that everybody can do But them basic hoes, them basic hoes, that’s anybody but you Cause you one of a kind, you all them kinds and one A lot of ten’s a lot of nine’s, but I’m tryin’ to find the one Cause I got the vision of love, so tell me whats your last song? So we can leave this club, Ill Mariah Carey your ass home They say that pretty dresses are worn to be taken off So you wear that Vera Wang and make sure that no love is lost And I know you see me watching, I admit it girl you caught me Fuck a camera let me be your paparazzi, girl cause
[Bridge: Hit-Boy] Girl, If you was a star I would pull up to your show Spend my last dollar, to be in the front row Stand out in the line, in the rain or in the snow I’d do anything, just to let you know That I’m a fuckin’ fan, I’m a fuckin’ fan (girl) I’m a fuckin’ fan, I’m a fuckin’ fan (god damn) I’m a fuckin’ fan, I’m a fuckin’ fan (girl) Girl I’m a fuckin’ fan, you don’t understand (god damn) Cause the way you move that
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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Rubberbands can you understand? how my dick a fan Im so cool I’m like fuck a fan Can you comprehand? poppin two Used to coppin two I got bricks for sale Prostitutes, try to shop with me like I got dick for sale Posted up, what am I supposed to do? I had a lot of hoes I dine, pour and bury me at pappadeaux Popular, switch flows, switch clothes Told em all I get is cheese nigga switch pose What’s your real name? My my my Might get married at legends and gil sain You can't trust a big butt and a smile Especially now, can’t tell if they real or if they not Look at these nigga can't tell if they real or they not Look at these bitches can't tell if they real or they not Figured it out This is my father dick em out And you a star I can't wait to see you at night
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[Interlude x3: Hit-Boy] Yo, you right there on that poll Take it down a little lower Watch these dollars drop on that floor
[Verse 3] You ain't gotta sing Gotta hit no stage Just to feel the same Even if nobody new your name Girl, cause