[Part l]

All the girls that's here for the truth
Come put both hands on the DJ booth then
Wine your waist to the big man's sound

And I get too stiff 'cause the tings too round, good God
Make me lift up ya gown, know your face so sweet, wanna spin you around
If I go late, gang, I'll bring you around
If I go to the bar, I'll bring you around, which one? Which one?
You’re not like the tings you’re around
You're a real good girl, so I'm bringin' you down
But come to the bed, I'll fling you around, what?
These guys gonna make songs for the gyal dem
Trust me, this how that signature sound
Fuck anyone that's bringin' you down
Sweetheart, you doin' you're thing right now, good God

Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth
Come put two hands on the DJ booth then
Wine your waist for the real good yute dem

You want Cench or your ex, which one?
You want friends or success, which one?
Tell the sound man, “Spin this one”
Play this for the gyal dem party, done

God forbid a girl’s tryna have fun
I got X, if you wanna take drugs
You wanna have sex or do you wanna make love?
Which one? Which one? Which one? Which one?
Got a fairy ting and I got a witch one
A G’d up ting that I bring sticks 'round
And I got good girl, good girl, snitch one
Too many gyal, now I've gotta switch one
Turn the hotel to a 20v1
Three-sixty, my head got spun
Junk in the trunk, can see it from front
Girl, your body is tea, it's pain, I'm sprung
Your backside weighin' you down, one ton
I got a chopstick for your wonton
Tell me what you want, what you really really want
Put a coin in the slot, you just hit jackpot

[Part ll]

Ayy, all the girls that's here for the truth
Come put two hands on the DJ booth then
Wine your waist for the six-side yute and

Put your head and not the pillow, face first
Face first, face first, face first
Ayy, face first, face first
Put your head and not the pillow, face first

I'm in the jam with the mandem, birds
You got makeup on the white shirt
I wanna fuck out your face and skirt
You need to throw that ting in a reverse
Then work, work, work, work
Yeah, work, work, work, work
Your last man broke your heart and it hurts
You could cry out your ya and curves
You want diamond watch, you want pearls
You don't need swimsuit, take off ya shirt
Bend ya back gyal, don't say a word
Face of an angel, come like church
I can't wait, girl, I'm not a waiter
But you're sexy, you'll still get served
I'm at the Claridges in London, birds

Put your head and not the pillow, face first
Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth
Come put both hands on the DJ booth then
Wine your waist to the six-side yute and

Ayy, you want Cench or your ex, which one?
You want friends or success, which one?
Tell the sound man, “Spin this one”
Play this for the gyal dem party, done