Don't make me hit you with my Say it make me hit you with my pocketbook Check this out
at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it Don't you know how I get down? Take a number baby, you ain't the only to get up under my skirt now
Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin' Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman More a buzz in my ear Shoo fly bother me
I got my in a pony tail and they on me me I can get 'em off They say I like a model, curves like a bottle Watch me as I hit the wall and I 'em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with 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 Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Da, da, da, da, don't me
Tell you baby, he ain't holding the weight 'Cause he got the cake and no Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,
So you don't my face now, got it at me from the waste down, stop it Said I'mma hard pill to swallow, But I can you feel better
I got my hair in a pony and they on me me I can get 'em off They say I stride like a model, curves a bottle Watch me as I hit the 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 with my Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Hey, hey, get it
Said you got a lot of nerve, playing my feelin's boy Do you always before you think? Lucky me, I the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away If you me it's on and poppin' 'Cause I you're gettin outta pocket it 'fore you make me
Before I make you do girl, you know you want it body's nice, but eh you need some Luda on it So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it, on it Baby tonight's the night For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic
It's Chris Mind in the back of a Rolls I know magic, poof, do away with your come here and let Luda give that body a rub 'Cause little mama you thick as a mug
Just how them southern boys it Hurry up and get me a punch, I might it Party in my Babs and yes your So we can make a wet And win an Oscar, all up in your best
Girl, I think you know you're me crazy They jinglin' baby, go baby two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook Let me what's 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 me hit you with my pocketbook