Rotation Doja Cat

[Chorus]
Waistline, don’t you let it go
Watch me move it
Say you like up and down upon you like
Put it in rotation
Grindin' on you like this
If I keep grindin' on you like this, I might just bring you back to my crib, yeah

[Refrain]
Grindin' on you like this (Like this)
Grindin' on you like this
If I keep grindin' on you like this, I might just bring you back to my crib, aye
Grindin' on you like this
Grindin' on you like this
If I keep grindin' on you like this, I might just bring you back to my crib, aye

[Verse 1]
When you grab my waist
Even in the dark, I could see your face
When you lick your lips, never pull apart
Baby, don’t you start
Got me on the floor
'Bout to leave this club
Can you tell my friends I’ll be at your door?
Yah, can I dance on you? (Yuh)
Baby, do you mind if I dance on you with no pants on you?
With that tight skirt
Slow it down, workin', that's light work
If I don’t get your number that might hurt
Ass cheeks under that white shirt, uh
Spend the night, night then the day, day on the dick
Twerk, twerk then I nae-nae on the dick
Rotate, spin it like a Beyblade on the dick
Cuckoo-for-the-Cocoa-Puffs cray on the dick
And I'm sittin' on your lap with your face on the hips
Champagne on my brain, you can take a little sip
Then it’s off to the bartender
Boy, you know you got my word
Trust me, when I drop that ass, you gon’ have to hold my purse
Baby, can I calm 'dem nerves?
I don’t care, I saw you first
You ain't finna dance up all upon them girls
They ain't got curves, not like hers
Dance for the club one time, no words
Make it rotate when the record turn
Wrist on cold with a ass on brrr
Dance on a nigga like the end of the world, uh