Move Ya Hips song sung by A$AP Ferg feat. Nicki Minaj, MadeinTYO. The song’s music is composed by A$AP Ferg & written by Frankie P, MadeinTYO, Nicki Minaj, A$AP Ferg. Music Label RCA Records, Sony Music Entertainment.
Move Ya Hips Song Credits
Song Title – Move Ya Hips
Composer -A$AP Ferg
Singer – A$AP Ferg feat. Nicki Minaj, MadeinTYO
Lyricist -Frankie P, MadeinTYO, Nicki Minaj, A$AP Ferg
Music Label -RCA Records, Sony Music Entertainment
Move Ya Hips Song Lyrics
It’s that time again
Frankie motherfuckin’ P
Fergie, come out and play
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Diamonds all on my gums
Talkin’ my shit, I got runs
Hole in my jeans like I’m Grunge
Fuckin’ that bitch in the buns
She suck on my dick ’til it’s numb
Pockets is fat like The Klumps
Rappers is lookin’ like lunch
I’m makin’ a meal when I munch, woo
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving she tell me to stay, ooh
Got a new loft in Harlem
No, Fergie ain’t move to LA, woo
Burberry on my collar, ooh
Diamonds, they still in my face, woo
You don’t want no problems, ooh
Fergie be settin’ ’em ablaze, ooh
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
All of you bitches is food
If you the opps, you gon’ be singin’ the blues
Feelin’ like Bishop in Juice
Word to my dude, this Jimmy Choo on my shoes
All of my niggas is macks
This is a fact, this ain’t no cap app
All of my bitches is bad, word to my dad
They know we get to the bag
Move my hips, okay
Tell him to go, then I tell him to stay, hey
Baby, it’s okay
I have been havin’ one hell of a day, yay
Saint Laurent all on my shades
Then I pull up in a cherry Merced’s, yay
Strawberry shortcake hair
Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy
Straight from outta Queens, headed to Harlem now
I got the panda mink on and it’s growlin’ now
Already bodied “Plain Jane” and we mobbin’ now
That’s ’cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style
Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell ’em I’m Billy the G.O.A.T.
I’m gettin’ that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow
My model bitch all up in Vogue
All up in Vogue, pardon my Versace robe
Streak in my hair like I’m Rogue
Nigga, you know, you better not tip on your toes
They grippin’ the 40 below
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin’, she tell me to stay
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