Move Ya Hips (feat. Nicki Minaj & MadeinTYO)

It’s that time again

Frankie motherfuckin' p

Fergie, come out and play

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay

Diamonds all on my gums (gums, yeah)

Talkin' my shit, I got runs (got runs)

Hole in my jeans like I'm grunge (grunge)

Fuckin' that bitch in the buns (buns)

She suck on my dick 'til it's numb (yeah, numb)

Pockets is fat like the klumps (klumps)

Rappers is lookin' like lunch (lunch)

I'm makin' a meal when I munch, woo (let's go, woo)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leaving she tell me to stay, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a new loft in harlem

No, fergie ain't move to la (woo)

Burberry on my collar (ooh)

Diamonds, they still in my face (woo, ah)

You don't want no problems (ooh)

Fergie be settin' 'em ablaze (ooh, ah)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay

All of you bitches is food

If you the opps, you gon' be singin' the blues

Feelin' like bishop in juice

Word to my dude, this jimmy choo on my shoes

All of my niggas is makks

This is a fact, this ain't no cap act

All of my bitches is bad, word to my dad

They know we get to the bag

Move my hips, okay

Tell him to go, then I tell him to stay, hey

Baby, it's okay

I have been havin' one hell of a day, yay

Saint laurent all on my shades

Then I pull up in a cherry merced's, yay

Strawberry shortcake hair

Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy

Straight from outta queens, headed to harlem now

I got the panda mink on and it's growlin' now

Already bodied plain jane and we mobbin' now

That's 'cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style

Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell 'em I'm billy the G.O.A.T

I'm gettin' that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow

My model bitch all up in vogue

All up in vogue, pardon my Versace robe

Streak in my hair like I'm rogue

Nigga, you know, you better not tip on your toes

They grippin' the. 40 below (ah)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)

Move your hips, okay

When I be leavin', she tell me to stay