Don't make me hit you with my Say it Don't me hit you with my pocketbook Check this out
Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it Don't you know how I get down? Take a number baby, you ain't the only Tryin' to get up under my now
Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin' Thinkin' that you're God's to woman More like a in my ear Shoo fly don't 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 me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my
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 from the waste down, it Said I'mma hard pill to swallow, But I can make you feel
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 Don't make me hit you my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you 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, playing my feelin's boy Do you speak before you think? Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away If you follow me it's on and 'Cause I you're gettin outta pocket Stop it you make me
I make you do what girl, you know you want it Your body's nice, but eh you need 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
It's Chris Mind Freak in the 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 boys like 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 you're drivin' me crazy jinglin' baby, go 'head baby With two hams in your pants girl I you's a crook Let me what's under that Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with my pocketbook