Don't me hit you with my pocketbook Say it Don't make me hit you with my Check this out
Lookin' at my body I bet you 'bout it you wanna know how I get down? Take a number baby, you the only brother to get up under my skirt now
Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin' Thinkin' that you're God's to woman like a buzz in my ear Shoo fly bother me
I got my hair in a pony and they on me me I can get 'em off They say I stride a model, curves like a bottle me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Da, da, da, da, make me
Tell you baby, daddy he ain't the weight 'Cause he got the cake and no Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright
So you don't my face now, got it Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it Said I'mma pill to swallow, fella But I can you feel better
I got my in a pony tail and they on me me I can get 'em off They say I stride a model, curves like a bottle me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Hey, hey, get it
Said you got a lot of nerve, with my feelin's boy Do you always speak before you me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away If you follow me it's on and 'Cause I think you're gettin pocket it 'fore you make me
Before I make you do girl, you know you want it Your nice, but eh you need some Luda on it So find a matress so we can start on it, movin' on it Baby 'cause the night For you to up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic
Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls I know magic, poof, do away with clothes Then come here and let Luda that body a rub 'Cause little mama you thick as a mug
Just how southern boys like it Hurry up and get me a punch, I might it in my Babs and yes your invited So we can make a wet And win an Oscar, all up in your dream
Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me jinglin' baby, go 'head baby With two in your pants girl I think you's a crook Let me touch under that Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you my pocketbook