Dem Jeans

[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 [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 2: Takeoff] I asked her what's her sign, she told me, "Gemini" I told her, "Girl, you lying, that's the same sign as mine" But anyway, never mind, back to the subject, "You fine" I'm tryna see if in them jeans Ginuwine And she don't like broke boys, broke boys ain't making no noise Walk around with a check like Floyd, she licking at me looking gorgeous Pinky ring the size of orbit, broke boys can't afford it Look in my pockets on Orbit, I'm a free man no Morgan Man, you can go to my mansion, it got six stories Hop in the Lam' and drop the top like the Headless Horseman Telling me stories of her and a broke boy divorce Honestly, I can care less, baby, that ain't important I like how them jeans look tight, they show your panties Walking 'round the club got these broke boys panic When she walk in public, people turn to a mannequin She done killed the whole club, call the ambulance [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"