Watch How I Move

Verse 1

Twelve in the morning, feeling just right

Top down, headed where the function's popping tonight

Sipping Patron with a little bit of lime

Pre-fade buzz right, because the bartender know’s what I like

Pull up to the party in a brand new Maserati, they treat me like John Gotti because they recognize

Women, I keep them feening because they see me in their dreams, So by the time I'm leaving they be screaming "let me ride"

They tell me, I'm so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters

When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, don't trip never that won't pay her

Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention

So when it comes to these fe's (females), I keep it Bill Bellamy

Watch me, I'll show you how to be a player

Chorus

I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock (X2)

I can show you..

Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player

Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player

Ooooh, Playa!

Verse 2

After the club, hit the after party, after the party hit the hotel lobby and

After the Trone (Patron) then we probably dip, Because after the original, it's probably this

Rolling in my super-car, feeling like a superstar, because I got a super-broad next to me

I’m everywhere they’re looking, they smell it, I keep that kush in the air from LA to Brooklyn, no sticks, no seeds

They tell me, I'm so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters

When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, don't trip never that won't pay her

Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention

So when it comes to these fe's (females), I keep it Bill Bellamy

Watch me, I’ll show you how to be a player

Chorus

I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock (X2)

I can show you..

Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player

Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player

Ooooh, Playa!

Verse 3

Pull up to the front and, then all of a sudden

Hit that button, microwave oven

Shawty and her cousin, started bum-rushing

They're all up on my rocks like Charles S. Dutton

They say I can get it, I say that I'm with it

Got to make them feel it, until they need cigarettes

I wonder can they take this, damn I hate a fake chick

Slap to the face, what's that? Rick James, bitch!

Watch how I move, Swag got her juiced

Passed polygraph, ass is the truth

She starts to pop, I start to jock

Then shorty stopped, and made it drop

I picked it up, put it in the truck

Headed for the smush, shawty knows what's up

I'm not you, I never pay her

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player

Chorus

I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock (X2)

I can show you..

Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player

Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player

Ooooh, Playa!