JANE FONDA

I had a baby named Jane

She could shake that thang

She wasn't very fond of a diamond ring

But she lookin' for a fling at the after party

And it didn't come through like the wifi's spotty

You know whats crazy?

What?

Her when she's angry

Way too fine to be waiting on a maybe

Or waiting in line for a line like it's the 80s

Swallow your pride like you be swallowing my—

Wait, hold on

I gotta take my coat off

And give these hoes what they want

You know I'm ambidextrous

I'm holding ass in both arms

I tell a bitch to go long

She turn around and I'm gone

You know the words to my song

And it go like

One, two, three, four

Get your bootie on the dance floor

Work it out

Shake it, little mama

Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now

And if you don't know, lemme show you how

To work it out

Work it, little mama

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I had a doll named Jana

An adult entertainer

Shit that bitch could do for cocaine, uh

On her knees beggin' please to her savior

Mickey D's with the Jesus flavor

Talladega Nights with ol' Walter White

Sharp razor blades and hot butter knives

Go close the shades, I ain't gonna bite

Call me the handy man, the way I lay

Right on

She love to turn my mic on

Baby scared of the dark

She always leave the lights on

I threw the car into park

More junk in the trunk than a Honda

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four

Get your bootie on the dance floor

Work it out

Shake it, little mama

Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now

And if you don't know, lemme show you how

To work it out

Work it, little mama

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four

Get your bootie on the dance floor

Work it out

Shake it, little mama

Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now

And if you don't know, lemme show you how

To work it out

Work it, little mama

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda