Like huh?
Rock your hips
Come on
Like what? (GotDamnitDupri)

Rock your hips
I´m havin´ cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh ´fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted (´Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry ´bout the two? Bitch, I´m the one (Huh?)
She know what´s up, won´t stop ´til I´m done

I been workin´ hard, OT
When you got goals to get rich, you don´t get no sleep (No sleep)
These niggas actin´ like Rodrick, they don´t touch no cheese (Niggas broke)

That bitch in love with suckin´ dick, that ho got strong knees
Too turnt up (Yop)
The bag just touched down, I´m countin´ cash, bitch, I´m up (What?)
I´m nothin´ like your nigga, in real life, I´m havin´ bucks (Havin´)
Your bitch, she not a flex, we done fucked the same slut
They´re tryna see if I´m really tough or I got here off luck
Mhm, we gon´ see, mmm-mmm, that bitch weak
I thought this was your freak, why she in my homie sheets?
I´m lookin´ good and I´m fly, expensive sneaks for the feet
Wait, GotDamnitDupri, why you fuckin´ with the beat?

Rock your hips
I´m havin´ cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh ´fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted (´Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry ´bout the two? Bitch, I´m the one (´Cause I´m the one)
She know what´s up, won´t stop ´til I´m done

Rock your hips, shake that ass like an earthquake
Ass-shakin´ competition, who gon´ come in first place?
She gon´ cut it up, nigga, I need first aid

I ain´t even get her shit on her birthday
I like rich-ass bitches, you got poor taste
That nigga scary, he be nervous on his court date
Niggas scared to squabble up in that core tank
They gon´ make him roll it up on his first day
Scared-ass bitch-ass nigga got four fades
I keep three bad bitches havin´ four-ways
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, I got four chains
Thousand-eight grams in a brick of that cocaine
Put an opp in the air, Soul Plane
Then I fuck his baby mama, cold game
She been plottin´ on me ´cause you so lame
Make a bitch get in line like Soul Train

Rock your hips
I´m havin´ cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)

Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh ´fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted (´Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry ´bout the two? Bitch, I´m the one (´Cause I´m the one)
She know what´s up, won´t stop ´til I´m done

Shake that shit (That shit)
Said she never been fucked like this (Fucked like this)
Give a fuck if we just met, you my bitch (You my bitch)
This nigga lyin´ on his hood, he a bitch (He a bitch)
All the Wockiana gone, I´m pourin´ Tris (Pourin´ Tris)

I be hittin´ from the back, I like grippin´ on her hips (Grippin´ on her hips)
Only fuck with South Central niggas that get tip (Yeah, yeah)
I´m the type of nigga leave if that pussy got a stench (Goddamn)
When they book me, know that fifty-ball a minimum (Yeah, a minimum)
When she text me, all her ink be invisible (Yeah, invisible)
Told her we could shoot a movie, make a cinema (Make a cinema)
Big nigga, but I fuck her like an animal (Like baow)
Rock your hips, I ain´t never had no top like this (Like baow)
Don´t consider him an opp, he a bitch
I´ll still´ll fuck a normal bitch, I´m in the mix (Baow)

Rock your hips
R-r-r-rock your hips
Rock your hips
R-r-r-rock your hips