Hips Don’t Lie Tyla Yaweh (Ft. Yung Bleu)

[Intro: Tyla Yaweh & Chrishan]
Don't leave me tonight
Eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (Hitmaka, yeah)
(Hol' up)

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chrishan]
Ridin' with the stick 'til I dash out (Dash)
She ain't poppin' 'til this shit done match the cash out (Cash)
Two in the mornin', she gon' pop it 'til I pass out (Ooh)
You've been at me for a minute, but I'm back now (Back)
Bitch, don't leave me tonight (Oh)
See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (No)
Sip with me tonight (Oh)
See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (No way)
Hips don't lie, hips don't lie (Lie)
They all mine (Mine)

[Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh & Chrishan]
Drip on my wrist (Wrist)
What's your vibe? (Vibe)
Big house (Big), that's a big amount (Big, big)
Line up all your friends, I'ma pick 'em out (Out)
I got money on the weekend, I'ma blow it all (All)
Like the summеr and the fall (Fall)
I'ma show you how to ball
Tootin' it up, let it sink in, post you on the wall (Wall)
Ain't no prеssure, baby, you don't have to call (Call)