Table Dance Bobby V (Ft. Fate Wilson & Smoke (of Field Mob))

[Intro: Bobby V]
Ooooooooooo...I just wanna table dance

[Verse 1: Smoke]
You'se a booty shakin pro, keep my pants and ??? low
Got me orderin up more singles than on the Datin Show
You my favorite, I'm yo regular customer
I love it when yo top disappear like a convertible
You jerk it and twurk it, so you can keep yo purse thick
Neva for the girls get to work, an early bird chick
Got teachers, preachers, lawyers, and retiremen
That love to see you slide down that pole like a fireman

[Chorus: Bobby V]
What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Shakin that thang, shakin that thang, off in this place
What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Startin this thang, shakin that thang, shaking that thang

[Verse 2: Bobby V]
Monday night in the club and I'm feelin good
Got a pocket full of money like a playa should
Walk in the club and its lookin like a video
I see you shakin and poppin girl, drop it low
I see you watchin me watcin you got me twisted
Bring me the Henny and the Coke and then you mix it
Girl come over here, I got something to tell you, yea yea