THIQUE

Ass gettin' bigger

Racks gettin' bigger

Cash gettin' larger

He thought he was loving me good, I told him: Go harder

She thought she was killin' that shit, I told her: Go harder

Just look at this alkaline wrist 'cause I got that water

Ass getting thicker

Cash getting thicker (thicker, thicker)

That's that thick, that's that real shit

That's that jelly, baby, champagne and cherry, baby

That's that thick, that's that ball drop

That's that keep going, that's that never stop

That's that thick, that's that na-na

That oochie coochie, la-la

Yeah, this that Fiji agua, candy girl, piñata

Hit it in the car and take you back to the casa

Bet I got you rock now, that thick all over that yacht now

Uh, that's that Freaknik, that's that 1996

That's that moon Miami bass, twelve in the trunk, 808

Uh, that's that Castro, eat that shit like Maestro's

She said she on a diet, girl, you better not lose that ass though

That's that thick, that's that real shit

That's that jelly, nigga, that's that really, nigga

That's that thick, that's that ball drop

That's that keep going, that's that never stop

Baby, that's that thick

That's that thick

Baby, that's that thick

That's that thick

Look at this shit

(Ooh) It's that strawberry, that's that grape and cherry

(Ooh) It's that ginsu, cut that bitch like culinary

(Ooh) That's that bounce, spend my money, make it count

If it's lost then make it found, just keep dropping that shit down

That's that summer, that's them hummers, that's that: Girl, give me your number

That's that Jordy, that's that scholar, that I just got out of college

That's that: I don't do this usually, I don't know what you do to me

That: I don't do this usually, I don't know what you do to me

Boy, you crazy body mean, back it up like limousine

They gotta make a fold out to fit a magazine, right

Girl, look at your body right

Boy, take this in slow, don't let go

Tell me how bad you've been wanting it

And hurry up, quick, before the moment ends

I like what I hear, might be sleeping in

Screaming: Beyoncé, chocolate ounces

Sit on that, bounce it, bounce it

Ass getting thicker

Cash getting thicker

Cash gettin' larger

He thought he was loving me good, I told him: Go harder

(Baby, that's that thick)

She thought she was killin' that shit, I told her: Go harder

(That's that thick)

Just look at this alkaline wrist 'cause I got that water

(Baby, that's that thick)

Ass getting thicker (that's that thick), cash getting

Look at this shit

(Ooh, baby, come feel me)

(Ooh, baby) I'm all up in your mind (it's all yours)

(Come here, come here) Let's make love

Make love to your mind (I wanna make love to your mind)

Make love to your mind (make love to your mind)

Close your eyes (I'm all up in your mind)

I'll breath you in, I'll think your thoughts

I'll read your mind, I'll read your mind