[Intro: Hitmaka & Junior - sung]
Yeah - so you know we had to do a remix right?
Rob Holladay, told you we was gon' be famous nigga~!
Ahh!! Yeah - Y, B's, still
I told y'all my album was crazy
Do our dance with us
It's the remix, shorty bring it back
It's the remix, Jim Jones on the track
It's the remix, shorty bring it back
Rich Boy, Yung Berg, bring it back, c'mon
Hey sexy lady (yeah) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady (hey sexy lady) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
(I told y'all!) Hey sexy lady~!
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
It's hot days in December
We down Miami, drop tops in the winter
We off ocean, the Coupe doors open
And front wet woolies off Superman potion
Casino slang, try and kick game
She was flyer than a plane from her toes to the Gucci frame
(She was fly) Damn, but I'm sittin on two hundred thou'
I can't front cause I'm diggin lil' momma's style
London bag by Thomas Wylde
Vuitton shoe by Extreme Hole
Fall edition with the mean sole, pencil jeans look painted on
One night, the next day I'm gone
5 A.M. in the morn'
Drunk and high off Patron, momma it's on
Momma is you grown? It's the X-rated show
And if you got a man he's now your excellent foe
I'm bad
Yeah - so you know we had to do a remix right?
Rob Holladay, told you we was gon' be famous nigga~!
Ahh!! Yeah - Y, B's, still
I told y'all my album was crazy
Do our dance with us
It's the remix, shorty bring it back
It's the remix, Jim Jones on the track
It's the remix, shorty bring it back
Rich Boy, Yung Berg, bring it back, c'mon
Hey sexy lady (yeah) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady (hey sexy lady) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
(I told y'all!) Hey sexy lady~!
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
It's hot days in December
We down Miami, drop tops in the winter
We off ocean, the Coupe doors open
And front wet woolies off Superman potion
Casino slang, try and kick game
She was flyer than a plane from her toes to the Gucci frame
(She was fly) Damn, but I'm sittin on two hundred thou'
I can't front cause I'm diggin lil' momma's style
London bag by Thomas Wylde
Vuitton shoe by Extreme Hole
Fall edition with the mean sole, pencil jeans look painted on
One night, the next day I'm gone
5 A.M. in the morn'
Drunk and high off Patron, momma it's on
Momma is you grown? It's the X-rated show
And if you got a man he's now your excellent foe
I'm bad
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