Uh Yeah yeah, ay Oh woo woo woo (Cássio) Yeah, ay (P-Lo, time to bring the bass back) In this thang, fired up back lit I could get a big bag quick P-Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit B-Bitch, this that shit In this thang, fired up back lit I could get a big bag quick P-Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit B-Bitch, this that shit I'm wavy baby, I'm out here butter Ain't graduated 'cause I'm still goin' dumber I wonder will they ever step they game up Where I'm from we're really different No they cannot change us They change up, but we stick to the script Vallejo to The City to The Rich In the town where it go down No You shouldn't bring your hoe 'round I refer myself to him as my pronoun I, could never be worried about no bitch You, the type to be trickin' and never hit Me, too solid, I'm concrete, I keep it funky She, stay blowin' me up, sayin' she want me In this thang, fired up back lit I could get a big bag quick P-Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit B-Bitch, this that shit In this thang, fired up back lit I could get a big bag quick P-Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit B-Bitch, this that shit Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou- bou- Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou- Like you strip at a club in the A-T-L Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou- Like you strip at a club in the A-T-L Lil' freak tore it up and started raisin' hell Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou- Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more (P-Lo, time to bring the bass back) One, two, what it do? I'm turnt up, I ain't tryin' to be rude Three, four, what it's for? Wanna see you shake a little more Five, six, don't quit Imagine how she do it on a dick Seven, eight, think straight Do it for me, you ain't gotta meditate I'ma call her right now, that shit over with Bitch I got Chanel for my deodorant I'm in a Tesla with your ho in it I'm a batter when she throwin' it Had to give her my condolences They've been dyin' for me to lose I'ma mood, yeah I'm out here 'cause I got a lot to prove To the moon, it ain't nothin' I could swoon I'm the realest in the room Like the mafia how we move Oh you ain't introduced? Let me learn you some Ay, California, hot boy, got it burnin' up Like Serena when I'm servin' up They throwin' shots not the Moderna one, free Fo When he home, we gon' turn 'em up Ay, yeah, yeah I got more dollars than I got mentions I don't care how bad she is, I am not trickin' I could own a Popeye's, how I got chicken One, two, what it do? I'm turnt up, I ain't tryin' to be rude Three, four, what it's for? Wanna see you shake a little more Five, six, don't quit Imagine how she do it on a dick Seven, eight, think straight Do it for me, you ain't gotta meditate