Bird in the Hand

I got a little bird in my hand
She wrap a little bush up with leather
But I can see the strain
From the top of her pants

Boot cut, low rise
No panties or thighs
And an ass that's gonna leave you hypnotized
She make me feel so ghetto
When she's rocking her stiletto
And I'm rolling in my hoodie with a little
D-dunk, dunk, swoosh

I got a little girl in the stands
She ice her little wrist with my money
So I can make demands
Tell her how to dance

Pop, lock, body rock
Keep the booty on top
And touch it to the moon like an astronaut
She make me feel so little
With the boom, chichi, rhythm
And I'm coming back strong with a wiggle
Uh-uh-uh

5, 6, 7, 8
Hey Har Mar, this might be L.A. Baby
All the ladies so pretty, but let's not get crazy
I see you taking names and now you're getting digits
There you are playing girls like lottery tickets
Hey, beg your pardon, I don't believe we've met
While the other chicks are wilding out, I'm playing hard to get
'Cause I'm a real smart girl, I'm at the head of the class
And I wouldn't know a stiletto if it bit me on the ass
Don't be making no demands on me, superstar
Gonna dance how I wanna, so who do you think you are?
You never know what you'll be getting out of this
When you kick it with a boy who be from Minneapolis
But I ain't never met a dude like this before
Yo, check out Har Mar, he shoots, he scores
Yo, we all agree you're the incredible hunk
First you rock it on the mic and then you rock a slam dunk
So we'll meet you on the corner of Sunset and Highland
Must we remind you that Brooklyn is on Long Island?
So bring your lighter over here and let's spark this
And find out who the real superstar is

Worldwide spread 'em wide to my people inside
No, the bus ain't gonna stop till our throats are fried
There ain't no T behind us
No sticky icky drying us
Nothing can keep back what we're storing deep inside of us
D-don't stop me