[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