The music got a tune
Make her body move
And when a body move, a body groove, a body (ooh!)
It got me feeling like
I wanna take her home
But I've been drinking like
I might not make it home
She got that body language
When she strut her stuff
She a bad girl and I can't get enough
Don't stop, get it girl
Rocking with the rhythm, girl
Morning fun type, one night
Let me hit it, girl

Hit it, girl, hit it, girl
Hit it, girl, hit it, girl
Hit it, girl, hit it, girl, hit it, girl, hit it, girl
Hit it, girl, hit it, girl, hit it, girl, hit it, girl
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Drop it

Body move
Body groove
Body move
Body groove

I'd really like for you to be my private dancer
Her body smoking, bet she'll die from cancer
She dancing hard, hard as good crack
(More fucking hook back)

So if you with it girl
Then won't you roll with me?
Her body language had me hotter than a stolen Jeep
Cool me off, baby
I need an ice pack
The way she bend it over and touched her toes, I really like that

Let me hit it (hit it, hit it), girl
(Mmh, yeah, uh)
Body move
Body groove
Body move
Body groove
Drop it

Hit it
(Mmh, yeah, uh)

Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
(Mmh, yeah, uh)

Body move, rock it
Body groove, rock it
Body move, rock it
Body groove, rock it
Body move, rock it
Body groove, rock it
Body move, rock it
Body groove, rock it