Rock With It (feat. Rubi Rose)
Yeah
Uh
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hol' slow down
You gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Im tryna lean wit it, rock wit it, bop wit it
Throw it back for my n*gga, imma thot wit it
He got my legs like a Lamborghini, to the ceilin'
And he ain't going nowhere until im finished
How you f*ckin on dat n*gga and still ain't got sh*t
How you got your body done but you still big
Yeah, he paying for my nails, flight, and the crib
Got him cummin quick, this p*ssy got good grip
Up and down, he be like how you do dat dere
Do it slow, watch it go from right to left
When i walk in a room, n*ggas lose they breath
Make a b*tch wanna move like yeah yeah yeah
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hol' slow down
You gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
You know them hoes get they sauce from Saucy
Material girl, you know i'm costly
I should be a dentist
The way i'm flossin'
That's a beat box, this p*ssy talkin
Yea dineros on Melrose I get that bread
Don't get your heartbroke
Goin' through that n*gga text thread
Bring your Nikes if you checkin' me
But ain't no checkin' me, respectfully
I spy a rich a n*gga
Ouu, i'm curious
He got a big figure
B*tch is you serious
Ducked off, laid back
He mysterious
Imma make that n*gga move
Make him delirious
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hol' slow down
You gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Slow down
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Uh
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hol' slow down
You gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Im tryna lean wit it, rock wit it, bop wit it
Throw it back for my n*gga, imma thot wit it
He got my legs like a Lamborghini, to the ceilin'
And he ain't going nowhere until im finished
How you f*ckin on dat n*gga and still ain't got sh*t
How you got your body done but you still big
Yeah, he paying for my nails, flight, and the crib
Got him cummin quick, this p*ssy got good grip
Up and down, he be like how you do dat dere
Do it slow, watch it go from right to left
When i walk in a room, n*ggas lose they breath
Make a b*tch wanna move like yeah yeah yeah
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hol' slow down
You gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
You know them hoes get they sauce from Saucy
Material girl, you know i'm costly
I should be a dentist
The way i'm flossin'
That's a beat box, this p*ssy talkin
Yea dineros on Melrose I get that bread
Don't get your heartbroke
Goin' through that n*gga text thread
Bring your Nikes if you checkin' me
But ain't no checkin' me, respectfully
I spy a rich a n*gga
Ouu, i'm curious
He got a big figure
B*tch is you serious
Ducked off, laid back
He mysterious
Imma make that n*gga move
Make him delirious
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hol' slow down
You gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Slow down
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
I'm feelin my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I aint tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Now rock wit it
Credits
Writer(s): John Douglas Norris Iii, Rashad Jamiyl Spain
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