It’s that time again
Fergie, come out and play

Move ya hips ok when, I be leavin’
she tell me to stay (x4)

Diamonds all on my gums
Talk all my shit, I got runs
Hole in my jeans like I’m Grunge
Fuckin’ that bitch in the buns
She suck on my dick til’ it’s numb
Pockets is fat like the clumps
Rappers is lookin’ like lunch
I’m makin’ a meal when I munch (woo)

Move your hips ok, when I be leavin’
she tell me to stay
Got a new loft in Harlem, no, Fergie
ain’t move to LA
Burberry on my collar, oo, diamonds
they sit my face (woo)
They don’t want no problem, Fergie
be set them ablaze

Move ya hips ok when, I be leavin’
she tell me to stay (oo)
Move ya hips ok when, I be leavin’
she tell me to stay (skirt) (x4)

All of you bitches is food
If you the opps you gon be singing the blues
Feelin like Bishop in juice
Word to my dude, this jimmy choo on my shoes
All of my niggas is makk. this is a fact,
this is no cap app
All of my bitches is bad word to my dad
They know we get to the bag

Move my hips ok, tell him to go
then I tell him to stay, hey
Baby its ok I have been having one
hell of a day, yay
Saint Laurent all on my shades,
then I pull up in the cherry Merceds, yay
Strawberry shortcake hair, Chinese bangs with my two braids, ay

Straight from outta Queens
headed to Harlem now
I got the panda mink on and its growlin’ now
Already bodied “Plain Jane” and we mobbin’ now
Thats cuz all these fake niggas try to rob my style
Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell em
im Billy the GOAT
I’m getting that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow, my model bitch up in Vogue
All up in Vogue, pardon my Versace robe,
streak in my hair like im Rogue
Nigga you know you better not tip on your toes, the grip in the 40 belows