Chorus

Cause I like the way you do it

All this time I feel the music

Feel the pop and then you lose it

Gi-rl anyway you choose it

Yeah—

Girl, yeah—

Verse 1

Margarita, where da weed, I

Need a, mamacita, she wear adidas

Best believe she senorita

She cook me hot fajita

I don’t need no d-mn nikita

I just had mexico biddy in the winter

That’s my heater, i feel the t-tty

Little fella had that, munch up off the fat sack

Lady k!ller swag matt, on the beat i write pad

Hard as fuck to stop a polar bear up in his poor tracks

Ritalin and trammy man

Spinnin’ like a ceiling fan

Pay respect to yammy man

Instagram a k!lla hat

For the hoes who wanna look at that

Bathing ape the fucking gang

Wake n bake cause I’m a trilla man

Yes, yes, yes, yes

Alright, alright, alright

Chorus

Cause I like the way you do it

All this time I feel the music

Feel the pop and then you lose it

Gi-rl anyway you choose it

Yeah—

Girl, yeah—

Verse 2

Head, shoulders, knees and toes

Gimme line o’ blow, put it straight up my nose

Couple hundred dollars, I ain’t got none of those

Broke trash man, yeah you know how it goes

Ah’ skippy daddy, ah’ flippy floppy

I like my spice man, but I ain’t fuck with wasabi

And we can conversate if you meet me at the lobby

Get a room quick, i’ll turn that shit into a hobby

Verse 3

Yeah we eatin’ texas

Ridin’ in a lexus

Two bad bitches in the back

They wann’ text us

Oh my god, i just made a new track

Oh my god, i think the boys gon’ bring it back

We done moved too easy

We done move to slick

I done copped a couple ticks

Cause i been too quick

I done moved up in my kicks

See i pull up in my nikes

Do it real good

Yeah i do it cause they like me

Chorus

Cause i like the way you do it

All this time i feel the music

Feel the pop and then you lose it

Gi-rl anyway you choose it

Yeah—

Girl, yeah—

Verse 4

You say sinatra, i say santana

I don’t bite no flow, pushed from south atlanta

Where my people from, they use spades and hammers

To make dinero and pesos, under the counter

Ain’t it funny how far we come

We got rainbow dash 69, trapped locked up

Yet the hispanic man, and his starving son

Waiting at the home depot to go work for some

Dusty gringo in a busted -ss pick up truck

If you ask me, i say they stuck

Without the paper ya worth squat

But the grind man it never stops

Til the ops strap you in the iron locks

Bridge

Everybody’s looking for a good time

Not a long time

Chorus/Outro

Cause I like the way you do it

All this time I feel the music

Feel the pop and then you lose it

Gi-rl anyway you choose it

Yeah—

Girl, yeah—

Cause i like the way you do it

All this time i feel the music

Feel the pop and then you lose it

Gi-rl anyway you choose it

Yeah—

Girl, yeah—