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My body

I got new shoes on my ride (Yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (Yes sir)
That I'm lookin' for a cutie pie
Work it out
Work it out (Let's go, Mykel)
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Yeah

I love a girl that keep my mind racin'
I can tell it's good just off your conversation
Yeah, I'm not stoppin' 'til you're mine, baby
Tryna hit you with that nine, baby
Why would we wait? That's only time wasted
She was a good girl, she barely go to clubs
I changed her life, now she like fuckin' on a thug
Bitch bad, I'm on her skin just like Dove
I told her she my light, I'm tryna leave it on above

Got a bad bitch in my ride (Yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (Yes sir)
That she don't never want another guy (Yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (Yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (Yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (Yes sir)
Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (Yes sir)

My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body

That outside dick keep them hoes sick
CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it
That outside dick keep them hoes sick (Bitch bad, bitch bad)
CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it (Bad bitch, bad)

Baby got her own, she quick to tell you she don't need it (Jumpin' on it)
Plus her credit good, she a keeper (Jumpin' on it)
She might flirt, but she ain't fuckin', she a teaser (Jumpin' on it)
She like to take her time, she a Libra (Jumpin' on it)
Yeah, I'm in the water, got it bustin' like a bubble
She wan' feel it, she start slidin' off the rubber
I got a girl, but that— worth the trouble (He got a bitch)
You way too bad to be fuckin' undercover (But I ain't worried 'bout her)

Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried— Worried— Worried 'bout her
He got a—
Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried— Worried— Worried 'bout her
He got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a—
He got a bitch (You way too bad to be fuckin' undercover)
But I ain't worried 'bout her

Got a bad bitch in my ride (Yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (Yes sir)
That she don't never want another guy (Yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (Yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (Yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (Yes sir)
Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (Yes sir)

My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body

Jumpin'— J— J— J— J— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it
Jump— J— J— Jump— Jump— Jumpin' on it— Jump— Jumpin' on it
Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin' on it
Jump— J— J— Jump— Jump— Jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it
He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her
He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her