I'ma make it clap, throw it back, do it all for you
I'm gonna do those things those other hoes can't do
In my Gucci shoes
I'ma spin on top, make it drop, you ain't gotta clue
Of what's in store, or what's ahead for you
France to 212
You ain't gotta try, baby, lie back on the stool
And let me cover every last tattoo
With my lipstick juice
Ride it so deep, bumpin' like a Jeep on the moon
You're comin' soon, to me and in me, boo
Tuesday afternoon
Drop a few racks, she's a snack, I like that stripper, too
Let's bring her home to the hotel for a night or two
Until the sky is blue
Grindin' like some weed while you speed your Tesla 22
I'm in the mood to do anything and everything
You ever wanted to
I'ma make it clap, throw it back, do it all for you
I'm gonna do those things those other hoes won't do
In my Gucci shoes
I'ma make it clap, throw it back, do it all for you
I'm gonna do those things those other hoes can't do
In my Gucci shoes
In my Gucci shoes
In my Gucci shoes
In my Gucci shoes
In my Gucci shoes