[Chorus]

She body the body (Body the body)

And she 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it)

She like to get lit, better ask about it (Ask about it)

She my little situation, situation (Situation)

She my little situation, situation

She like to get lit, pour up a mix (Mix)

Ice up her wrist

Play with her, make a nigga come off the hip

[Verse 1: Trina]

I ain't ever been number two fucking with a nigga

I'm the situation, tell a bitch, go figure (Uh)

No top and the g-string

And I been the type of bitch to take everything

Niggas throw gifts and shit to see a bitch smile

And the house driveway about eight miles

They Froot Loop the wrist, they hit my PayPal

And these bitches can't take that I'm the wave now (Yeah)

We body the body

He rubbing it on me, he wanna get naughty (Naughty)

But I know if I fall in my feelings, get deep and he bitin' the body

So I don't even play with him

Whitest man, hood stiff and his hands grabbing tight on my blue denim

My Louboutins, can a bitch feel 'em?

I let a nigga know quick, I'm a self-made go-getter

We body the body, he throwin' me keys to the Phantom big body (Big Body)

He shopping to buy, he import and export, I take classes, Pilates

Bank-bank account stretched like elastic

You can pop a rubber band or you can swipe the plastic

I make him blow the whole damn bank, do damage

'Cause if he don't swipe the card, you ain't a bad bitch (Yeah)

[Chorus]

She body the body (Body the body, body to body)

And she 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)

She like to get lit, better ask about it ('Bout it, she like to get lit)

She my little situation, situation (Situation)

She my little situation, situation

She like to get lit (Like to get lit), pour up a mix (Pour up a mix)

Ice up her wrist

Play with her, make a nigga come off the hip

[Verse 2: Trina]

When the clock strikes twelve and the lights dim (Lights dim)

Champagne bubble bath, it's just me and him

Sex on dead presidents, I'm elite, ya bitch

Top floor penthouse, I could teach your bitch

Bet one phone call, he gon' come through

With a gift for the neck and the wrist, too

Girl, I know every password and the clothes blue

And if he throw me the Dutch, I could roll it, too (Roll it, too)

We body the body (The body)

I got his tongue deep in my body (In my body)

Like I'm riding the Harley, like police behind me, nobody can stop me

Girl, I ride a nigga's face like its first class

Can't stand no nigga who comes fast

Who be tryin' hard to get it? Back it up fast

Can't sauce the meat, a bitch gon' pass (Gon' pass)

We body the body (The body), now he cold, beatin' my body (My body)

Tellin' me all of his secrets, confessing to me that he don't want nobody

I break these niggas down like hoes

You fuckin' with a vet, true pimp, I suppose

I don't love these niggas, and that's some wine and toast

And now I never let a nigga get too close

[Chorus]

She body the body (Body the body, body to body)

And she 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)

She like to get lit, better ask about it ('Bout it, she like to get lit)

She my little situation-situation

Situation, she my little situation-situation

She like to get lit (Like to get lit), pour up a mix (Pour up a mix)

Ice up her wrist

Play with her, make a nigga come off the hip

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]

My body all over you body

You body, all over my body, baby

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Never been much of a lover boy, I never got that far

But bae, you been touchin' my heart, and pimpin' ain't a contact sport

We body the body, kind of bionic

Me and your body, that's modern day science

Me and that cat, that's tigers and lions

I give you brain like Johnny Mnemonic

You know your body looks good, got my nerves, babe

I beat it up like a stepdad

You say you ride a nigga's face like first class

I let you ride myself, know you get jet lag

Oh but you gon' ride this dick like a S class

You ride this dick like it's at Six Flags

You ride this dick like you in spin class

You ride this dick like it got temp tags

You swallow dick like it was SlimFast

You monkey'd on that dick, the chimp dance

Don't worry about if I come fast

It's gon' jump right back up, I'm a young man

It's gon' jump right back up, do the jump man (Jump man)

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman

And Trina your body's not like anybody's

If that was my body, I'd body that body

Still could get bodied (Get bodied)

I body that body (That body)

I body that body (That body)

You ain't gotta tell nobody, like fuck everybody (Everybody)

Yeah, so fuck everybody (Everybody)

This my 'lil situation so fuck everybody (Everybody)

All over your body baby

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Your body all over my body, baby (Babe)

Lil' Tunechi just bodied

Just bodied the body (The body)

Just bodied the body (The body)

Bodied the body