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(Troy Taylor, you the GOAT)

Hands in the air, this your shit

Hands in the air, this your shit

Hands in the air, this your shit

It's your boy Papa Jay (Uh, yeah, yeah)

Arch it back, uh, jeans full of ass, uh (Ooh)

Face card pass with a new Chanel bag, uh

Lace front hittin' like my grandmama chicken (Ooh)

On top of her job, she stand on business (Business)

Her and her friends so bad, yeah (Ooh)

Look at shawty kill it like that, uh (Yeah)

Left cheek, right cheek, shawty put it on me

And maybe we can go to the back and she say

Okay, okay, okay (Baby)

Okay, okay, okay (And she say)

Okay, okay, okay

Let's play like the grown folks play

Okay, okay, okay (Ooh)

Okay, okay, okay (Uh)

Okay, okay, okay

Let's play like the grown folks play

Hands in the air, this your shit

Hands in the air, this your shit

Hands in the air, this your shit

Let's play like the grown folks play (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And you know that I hit it

She came in single and she left locked in

She wanna mm-mm with a young fly ****

My pocket full of money, seen a dime in a minute

I'm diggin' shawty, uh, boy, that's all me

And she left her girls, started walkin' toward me, oohwee

Left cheek, right cheek, shawty put it on me

And maybe we can go to the back and she say

Okay, okay, okay (Baby)

Okay, okay, okay (And she say)

Okay, okay, okay

Let's play like the grown folks play

Okay, okay, okay (Ooh)

Okay, okay, okay (Uh)

Okay, okay, okay

Let's play like the grown folks play

Hands in the air, this your shit

Hands in the air, this your shit

Hands in the air, this your shit

It's your boy Papa Jay