My Style

One, two, two, uh

That's my style (Yeah)

That's my style (Uh)

That's my style (Yeah)

That's my style

Whoo (Hey)

Yeah

Yeah, that's my

Hey

Yeah

Hey

Shit

I'm that ride-or-die

In your girl, I'm citywide

I always get in free

In your head, all eyes on me

Hey

Whoop, whoop, police check

Feel the beats all on your chest

Go and ask them on the street

They all know about me (Whoo)

That's my style (Yeah)

That's my style (One, two)

That's my style (Yeah)

That's my style

Hey

Ooh

Hey

Hey

Whoop, whoop, police check

Feel the beats all on your chest (Hey)

Whoop, I ain't got a minute for it, okay?

Baby, you should know I do it my way

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Whoo (Hey)

Yeah

Yeah, that's my

Hey

Yeah

Oh my, my, no, I owe you

Givin' them boys something new (What?)

Oh my, my, no, I owe you

Rude girl with an attitude

An attitude, attitude

A-a—, -tude-tude, a-a-a-a—, -tude-tude-tude-tude

Uh

Yeah, that's my (Whoo)

Hey

Yeah

Yeah, that's my

Hey

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