Fuckin' on a bad bitch
And her name Britney
Countin' up my racks
Yeah, the hunnids' and the fifties
Say he wanna fight, so I hit him in his lip, see?
Saw that boy at Goodwill, now he feelin' kinda thrifty?
Sippin' on this yellow and it really got me tipsy
Told him "Get a grip!" and now that boy be tryna grip me
Hit it with my finger now she gettin' kinda sticky
Said he wanna fight, but I just hit him with that 50
I want all my bad bitches right now to start shakin' ass to this silly ass, goofy ass beat
Stop saying you my dawg 'fore I give yo' ass a treat
Told her give me brain, now she laughin' at my meat
She wouldn't stop talking, so I told her to retreat
All my bad bitches throw it to this silly ass beat, like
Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it
You-you better shake it
Shake that fuckin' ass
You better shake it
Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it
You-you better shake it
Shake that fuckin' ass
You better shake it
Bitch shakin' ass, yeah she throw that shit on me
Got a cup of Lipton, yeah I'm sippin' on this tea
I gotta take a break, bitch, I think I gotta pee
My favorite color twenty and my favorite number green
(Wow!) Look like I got a baby, 'cause I'm sippin' on this lean
We gon' turn him to a shirt, we gon' turn him to a meme
You be tryna' find the mode, but I'm tryna find the mean
And I learned that shit in math class, get like me bitch
Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it
You-you better shake it
Shake that fuckin' ass
You better shake it
Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it
You-you better shake it
Shake that fuckin' ass