Lookin' too fly walkin' to the bar Niggas wanna stop, askin' who I are Hands on my waist tryna find out If I'm gonna flip off of one drink and can he get down I'm a rock hip-hop pop star Can't check out the door in a fast car Never run from nothin' when I come thru Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew
[Chorus: x2] [Припев: x2] (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
I don't like to dance to a slow song You too close and I can't get my groove on Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin' I'm so gutter, watch me two-step to somethin' Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk I ain't tryna listen to your big talk High off my drink for the third time Boy, come and get it Watch me make these niggas fall in line
[Chorus: x2] [Припев: x2] (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
'Bout to head to the hills 'fore I pass out Get my coat from the check 'fore I spaz out Pull my whip to the front and I jump in Catch a look comin' from the niggas in the black Benz Red light and now they tryna hop in (Remember when I was in school, I was your boyfriend) Got the tint so we never entertain those Hungry-ass groupies on the phone like they got hoes
[Chorus: x2]
[Bridge:] [Переход:] Now I'm feelin' m'm, m'm good Eyes filled up with the bloodshots Look like a lay-up with the legs out Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone