Like This JDI-Jay

[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah I’m on fire, he a liar, if he say he finna take my flame
And I had Nya, Sariyah, but ain’t no bitch badder than Marsai
And I got my bands up put my mans on I don’t really give a fuck what y’all say
Go ahead put yo hands up get yo dance on I know you don’t really care if they hate

[Chorus]

Baby put your hands up, hands up
Girl I love the way you move like this
Twist and put your legs up, legs up
Swear you never met a nigga this lit
Can I get yo insta sista, I just love the way you move yo hips
If you in Atlanta answer, shit I’m finna go book my trip, yeah

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah I know she bad, but she look too good
I think about you every time I spend my cash, buying shit that he wish hе could and not
Racing for your heart hoping I don’t crash, arms full let me hold your bag
Lеt a nigga talk and I get on your ass, sike nah I’d rather count my cash

Yeah I’m like a teacher, on Friday, I got hella paper in my way
And I had Keisha, Saniyah, but ain’t a bitch badder than Marsai
And I picked my bands up bands up, I don’t give a fuck what y’all say
Go ahead put your hands up hands up, I know you don’t really care if they hate