Ain't No Doubt About It
Uh, yeah
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (The way you move)
Oh, you make me love you
Yeah, 'cause lady, you cool (Mmhmm)
That's the way (That's the way)
You move it, baby (You move it, baby)
Tell your girls (Tell your girls)
To come join our table (Come join our table)
And don't you worry (Don't you worry)
Just keep movin', boo (Keep movin', boo)
'Cause you're the star (You're the star)
Everybody looking at you
(Said they're looking at you, girl)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey, girl, baby, you cool
G-A-M-E, drop top Bentley
Gucci belt buckle fresh out of Italy
I'm a baller, literally
Haters are swine flu, you're killing me
I'm looking down on you from where the ceiling be
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees
My chick riding shotgun, Billie Jean
Half Belizian, half from the Phillipines
Niggas' energy is like they got the heaves
Sick of me, think they wanna nine milly me
But they ain't for that rat-tat-tat-tat tat
My bullets sing like they're registered to Ascap
Need I say more? Out in Singapore
Everything I do exotic, I don't need to bring a broad
Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards
You want it, I done it
Five million on tour, offshore
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (The way you move)
Oh, you make me love you
Yeah, 'cause lady, you cool (Mmhmm)
That's the way (That's the way)
You move it, baby (You move it, baby)
Tell your girls (Tell your girls)
To come join our table (Come join our table)
And don't you worry (Don't you worry)
Just keep movin', boo (Keep movin', boo)
'Cause you're the star (You're the star)
Everybody looking at you
(Said they're looking at you, girl)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey, girl, baby, you cool
Yo Pharrell, I'm ri-ridiculous
So, so sick with it
You can call me cancer but I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'Rrari, same color as licorice
If I ain't with her, my bitch like "This my nigga's shit"
Haters beware, I can see clear
Through the lens on these black Louis V's, yeah
Something 'bout Mary, make me wanna blow up
And P got the 'disiac for me when I show up
Whip game crazy, I call it all kinda
You a big fish to be swimmin' with piranhas
Used to call me "Dope Game" when I copped from José
Now I play the Roosevelt and I cop Rosé
Niggas be like, "Yo, you lease that? No way!"
California Slim, license plate St. Tropez
Eat at a table full of toupees, lobsters
Been a mobster since the two-way holla
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (The way you move)
Oh, you make me love you
Yeah, 'cause lady, you cool (Mmhmm)
That's the way (That's the way)
You move it, baby (You move it, baby)
Tell your girls (Tell your girls)
To come join our table (Come join our table)
And don't you worry (Don't you worry)
Just keep movin', boo (Keep movin', boo)
'Cause you're the star (You're the star)
Everybody looking at you
(Said they're looking at you, girl)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey, girl, baby, you cool
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (The way you move)
Oh, you make me love you
Yeah, 'cause lady, you cool (Mmhmm)
That's the way (That's the way)
You move it, baby (You move it, baby)
Tell your girls (Tell your girls)
To come join our table (Come join our table)
And don't you worry (Don't you worry)
Just keep movin', boo (Keep movin', boo)
'Cause you're the star (You're the star)
Everybody looking at you
(Said they're looking at you, girl)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey, girl, baby, you cool
G-A-M-E, drop top Bentley
Gucci belt buckle fresh out of Italy
I'm a baller, literally
Haters are swine flu, you're killing me
I'm looking down on you from where the ceiling be
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees
My chick riding shotgun, Billie Jean
Half Belizian, half from the Phillipines
Niggas' energy is like they got the heaves
Sick of me, think they wanna nine milly me
But they ain't for that rat-tat-tat-tat tat
My bullets sing like they're registered to Ascap
Need I say more? Out in Singapore
Everything I do exotic, I don't need to bring a broad
Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards
You want it, I done it
Five million on tour, offshore
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (The way you move)
Oh, you make me love you
Yeah, 'cause lady, you cool (Mmhmm)
That's the way (That's the way)
You move it, baby (You move it, baby)
Tell your girls (Tell your girls)
To come join our table (Come join our table)
And don't you worry (Don't you worry)
Just keep movin', boo (Keep movin', boo)
'Cause you're the star (You're the star)
Everybody looking at you
(Said they're looking at you, girl)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey, girl, baby, you cool
Yo Pharrell, I'm ri-ridiculous
So, so sick with it
You can call me cancer but I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'Rrari, same color as licorice
If I ain't with her, my bitch like "This my nigga's shit"
Haters beware, I can see clear
Through the lens on these black Louis V's, yeah
Something 'bout Mary, make me wanna blow up
And P got the 'disiac for me when I show up
Whip game crazy, I call it all kinda
You a big fish to be swimmin' with piranhas
Used to call me "Dope Game" when I copped from José
Now I play the Roosevelt and I cop Rosé
Niggas be like, "Yo, you lease that? No way!"
California Slim, license plate St. Tropez
Eat at a table full of toupees, lobsters
Been a mobster since the two-way holla
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (The way you move)
Oh, you make me love you
Yeah, 'cause lady, you cool (Mmhmm)
That's the way (That's the way)
You move it, baby (You move it, baby)
Tell your girls (Tell your girls)
To come join our table (Come join our table)
And don't you worry (Don't you worry)
Just keep movin', boo (Keep movin', boo)
'Cause you're the star (You're the star)
Everybody looking at you
(Said they're looking at you, girl)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey, girl, baby, you cool
Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Jayceon Taylor
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