Make it drop for me, love it when you shake it
Make it jiggle, make it pop for me Go ahead and drop it, make it wiggle
Make it hot for me, love it when you go and throw it back
I don't even gotta ask, she already know I wanna see her
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Make it clap for me, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Ridin' with my demons, we be plottin, we be schemin
She gon' hit me when she fiendin' On the late night, we be creepin, I'm a G
She's a diva, it's the perfect misdemeanor You can call me Mr. Beat It, I'ma call you Mrs. Bust It
Ridin' with my demons, we be plottin, we be schemin
She gon' hit me when she fiendin' On the late night, we be creepin, I'm a G
She's a diva, it's the perfect misdemeanor You can call me Mr. Beat It, I'ma call you Mrs. Bust It
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Make it clap for me, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Take the stack from me
Ok she bussin' it like Busta Rhymes
I ain't even gonna waste your time you know the Money's only thing that's on my mind
It's Dollar, baby, with the dollar sign You know guys like me, like to wine and dine
That's Gordon Ramsey or Ocean Prime It don't matter where we go to eat
Cause either way, I be on the grind Eatin' like all you can eat
Make a buffet out of any beat Poppin' out like it's Halloween
Mask on It'll make you scream Sippy Hennessy in the Limousine
While I'm rollin' trees with a baddie B I'm charged up, I'm turnt up
Like the Energizer bunny battery Takin' bitches down to Soak City
But I add a little two-step to it Left, do it, right, do it
Shawty finna go and break it down She said, let me go and get my best friend
Left, do it, right, do it Open up my bag, all you see is blue Benjamins
Frost Dollar on the letterman Decorated like a veteran
Crushin' all you confederates Blowin' up like a terrorist
Transform like the exorcist I'm the subject and the predicate
Let me teach you about etiquette Y'all way too delicate
I light it up, Thomas Edison Turn the beef into venison
Pop shots like medicine It's a one-on-one, but I'm one-of-one so
It might feel like it's ten of em She gone bust that shit if I'll tell her, son
Make it drop for me, love it When you shake it, make it jiggle
Make it pop for me, go ahead And drop it, make it wiggle
Make it hot for me, love it When you go and throw it back
I don't even gotta ask She already know I wanna see her
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Make it clap for me Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Ridin' with my demons We be plottin, we be schemin
She gon' hit me when she fiendin' On the late night, we be creepin
I'm a G, she's a diva That's the perfect misdemeanor
You can call me Mr. Beat It I'ma call you Mrs. Bust It
Ridin, Schemin' Fiendin
Creepin' Diva
Meanor' Beat It
Buss It