Letras
I had a baby named Jane, she could shake that thing
She wasn't very fond of a diamond ring
But she lookin' for a fling at the after party
And it didn't come through like the Wi-Fi spot
You know what's crazy? (What?) Her when she's angry
Way too fine to be waitin' on a "maybe"
Waitin' in line for a line like it's the '80s
Swallow your pride like you be swallowin' my
Wait, hold on, I gotta take my coat off
And give these hoes what they want
You know I'm ambidextrous, I'm holdin' ass in both arms
I tell a bitch to go long, she turn around and I'm gone
You know the words to my song, and it go like
One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it, little mama
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Five, six, seven, now
And if you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it, little mama
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
I had a doll named Dana, an adult entertainer
Shit, that bitch'll do for cocaine, uh
On her knees beggin' please to her savior
Mickey D's with the Jesus flavor
Talladega Nights with old Walter White
Sharp razor blades, I hop out the knives
Go close the shades, I ain't gonna bite
Call me the handyman the way I lay right on
She like to turn my mic on
Baby scared of the dark, she always leave the lights on
I threw the car into park
More junk in the trunk than a Honda
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it, little mama
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Five, six, seven, now
And if you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it, little mama
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it, little mama
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda