Dem Jeans Timbaland (Ft. Migos)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time
"She don't fuck with broke niggas", you sit on the sideline
Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind
I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like Ginuwine
What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline
What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
All my pretty girls scream, "Pretty Gang"

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Broke boys always talking 'bout
How many hoes they fuck, how many bitches they got
But we really wanna know how many coins you got
If you talking 'bout your rap, how many songs you got?
This for my bitches, all my bad bitches
Only if you independent and after your riches
She a old lady got a young nigga in the corner
Young nigga hit it right and smoked that good marijuana
She'll have you in the club mad, everybody want her
I think I like her persona, Victoria's Secret aroma
Late night at the Aroma, I took her home and I bone her
She screwed up in the Corolla, got her drunk of Coronas
Jewelry colder than Polar, I'm high like the Solar
She took it more than Oprah, make it clap like Magnolia
It's the first time you seen her, and she act like she know ya
That's her motive, she burst that wallet open, so I had to ask her