Eenie meanie minie, thank God it's Friday Please don't ask me for my ID, if I'm in your iTunes library Got my own book in my library, my mansion is so tidy My neighbours hate my mistress cause she never wear no nighties I go Claridges to do high tea, Jordan's on like Spike Lee I'm high end, you're High Street, swagger jacking my stylee When I was a kid I used to save up for my Nikes Now all these little kids is tryna save up for my Nikes (Go)
Sharing clothes, that's trampy, splitting bills, that's trampy All this hanky panky, now her hand prints on my Banksy I'm just strictly speaking, Anne Frankly, all my girls is fancy In a white Ferrari Spider, rolling with Anansi And Diplo to disco, I - she sniff, whoa She gwan like she RiRi, and wine to Calypso She ask me if I'm single, I said "Maybe, I think so I can't concentrate, when that thong's on like Sisqo"
First of all I'm swagging, two girls with me so I'm bragging So much money in my pocket, my pants might be sagging My car might be tinted, my weed might be scented My girl might be bow legged, her friend might be with her Gold Roley on when I perform, ring-ring - mobile phone The way it's going off, it must be on 'til the break of dawn, party like rock stars We don't stop 'til we see the fucking cop cars
Shake, shake, shake, shake (Tambourine) Tan 'til her skin peel off, tangerine Then she Vogue, then she Vogue, Agyness Deyn On your marks get set go red, amber, green