Don't make me hit you my pocketbook Say it Don't make me hit you with my this out here
Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it you wanna 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 God's gift to woman like 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 stride 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 with my Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Da, da, da, da, make 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 Lookin' at me the waste down, stop 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 stride like a model, 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 make me hit you 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 with my boy Do you always speak you think? Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away If you me it's on and poppin' 'Cause I think you're gettin outta Stop it you make me
Before I make you do girl, you know you want it Your body's nice, but eh you some Luda on it So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it Baby 'cause the night For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic
It's Chris Freak in the back of a Rolls I know magic, poof, do with your clothes Then come and let Luda give that body a rub 'Cause damn mama you thick as a mug
Just how them southern like it Hurry up and get me a punch, I spike it Party in my Babs and yes invited So we can a wet scene And win an Oscar, all up in best dream
Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy They jinglin' baby, go 'head With two hams in your pants girl I you's a crook Let me touch what's that Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't me hit you with my pocketbook