Meaning and Lyrics of rock your hips by 310babii

Intro: 310Babii
Like huh?
Rock your hips
Come on
Like what? (GotDamnitDupri)

Chorus: 310Babii
Rock your hips
I'm havin' cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted ('Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? Bitch, I'm the one (Huh?)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done

Verse 1: 310Babii
I been workin' hard, OT
When you got goals to get rich, you don't get no sleep (No sleep)
These n****s actin' like Rodrick, they don't touch no cheese (n****s broke)
That bitch in love with suckin' dick, that ho got strong knees
Too turnt up (Yop)
The bag just touched down, I'm countin' cash, bitch, I'm up (What?)
I'm nothin' like your n***a, in real life, I'm havin' bucks (Havin')
Your bitch, she not a flex, we done f**kеd the same s**t
They'rе tryna see if I'm really tough or I got here off luck
Mhm, we gon' see, mmm-mmm, that bitch weak
I thought this was your freak, why she in my homie sheets?
I'm lookin' good and I'm fly, expensive sneaks for the feet
Wait, GotDamnitDupri, why you f****n' with the beat?

Chorus: 310Babii
Rock your hips
I'm havin' cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted ('Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? Bitch, I'm the one ('Cause I'm the one)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done

Verse 2: OhGeesy
Rock your hips, shake that ass like an earthquake
Ass-shakin' competition, who gon' come in first place?
She gon' cut it up, n***a, I need first aid
I ain't even get her shit on her birthday
I like rich-ass bitches, you got poor taste
That n***a scary, he be nervous on his court date
n****s scared to squabble up in that core tank
They gon' make him roll it up on his first day
Scared-ass bitch-ass n***a got four fades
I keep three bad bitches havin' four-ways
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, I got four chains
Thousand-eight grams in a brick of that cocaine
Put an opp in the air, Soul Plane
Then I f**k his baby mama, cold game
She been plottin' on me 'cause you so lame
Make a bitch get in line like Soul Train

Chorus: 310Babii
Rock your hips
I'm havin' cash, I can take your bitch (Like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (Like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly shit (Huh?)
She in love (Like what?), and she stuck (Stuck)
She addicted ('Dicted), like drugs (Like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? Bitch, I'm the one ('Cause I'm the one)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done

Verse 3: Jeeezy & 310Babii
Shake that shit (That shit)
Said she never been f****d like this (f****d like this)
Give a f**k if we just met, you my bitch (You my bitch)
This n***a lyin' on his hood, he a bitch (He a bitch)
All the Wockiana gone, I'm pourin' Tris (Pourin' Tris)
I be hittin' from the back, I like grippin' on her hips (Grippin' on her hips)
Only f**k with South Central n****s that get tip (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the type of n***a leave if that pussy got a stench (Goddamn)
When they book me, know that fifty-ball a minimum (Yeah, a minimum)
When she text me, all her ink be invisible (Yeah, invisible)
Told her we could shoot a movie, make a cinema (Make a cinema)
Big n***a, but I f**k her like an animal (Like baow)
Rock your hips, I ain't never had no top like this (Like baow)
Don't consider him an opp, he a bitch
I'll still'll f**k a normal bitch, I'm in the mix (Baow)

Outro: 310Babii
Rock your hips
R-r-r-rock your hips
Rock your hips
R-r-r-rock your hips