I’m getting off about six    I’m rollin’ trough da hood all anxious    Hitting up a party without a care    I told my girls    “I’ll meet ya there!”       Tell me what sitting at home has done for u lately    Pick up your rump shake a leg bounce to the beat    Don’t know why your posted up on your feet    ‘Cause it’s so hot in here I know you can feel the heat       I’m feeling good I’m looking good    I’m pedicured I think I’m ready    We’re the fliest chicks up in the spot    From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho       [chorus]    My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,    My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man    Don’t need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis       U wanna taste of dis    U wanna taste of dis    I can tell you really wanna taste of dis       Better get on up    I’ma make u dance    Watch back I’ma make u dance    This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants       It’s like Oh!    Yeah-Yeah    I know u wanna taste of dis    I can read your mind    I can read your lips    It’s like Oh!    Yeah-Yeah       The party so packed people standing out in the streets    The guys are checkin’ me out    Even the girls are lookin’    I’m not getting off the floor til I feel the burn in me    Just might take a fella home    If he know how to work that thang       I’m feeling good I’m looking good    I’m pedicured I think I’m ready    We’re the fliest chicks up in the spot    From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho       [chorus]    My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,    My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man    Don’t need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis       I’m getting off about six    I’m rollin’ trough da hood all anxious    Hitting up a party without a care    I told my girls    “I’ll meet ya there!”       You gone step    Step wit me come on    You gone step    Step wit me come on    It’s like left right left    It’s like left right left    Now slide-slide-slide-slide    It’s like left right left    It’s like left right left    Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP!       [chorus 2x]    My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,    My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man    Don’t need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis       U wanna taste of dis    U wanna taste of dis    I can tell you really wanna taste of dis       I’m feeling good I’m looking good    I’m pedicured I think I’m ready    We’re the fliest chicks up in the spot    From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho