Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again?
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Check this out here
Lookin' at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my skirt now
Rockin' all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's gift to woman
More like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't bother me
I got my hair in a pony tail and they on me
Trust me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don't make me
Tell you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no knife
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright
So you don't know my face now, got it
