Bomb (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

All my ladies, put ya hands up

All my ladies, put ya hands up

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Ladies, put ya hands up if you got that bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

Oh, me, oh, my, body like a monster

Let me get inside, ya booty, I'ma conquer

Ain't no question 'bout my size, I give you the answer

Girl, you got that good-good, I already know

Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer

Rein-derrière, I'ma call you Prancer

Booty paparaz, pose for the camera

All my ladies, if you got it, let me know

Little shorty thick in her hips, cold than a mother

Licking her lips, a bad mother sucker

Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece

I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Ladies, put ya hands up if you got that bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas

Heard that you the shit, girl, we should blow up together

Ooh, I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11

I'm just tryna beat it up, he-he-he could it acapella

We should go back to my crib, thats what I'ma tell her

Bring one or two of them, 'cause your friends looking kinda jealous

Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozzarella

Lotta **** in the club, who cares, I'm the realest

Tell the waitress, "Uh, we gon' need more cases"

And when you think the money's gone, I'm spending more faces

She with homeboy

But she want this 6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz

Little shorty thick in her hips, cold than a mother

Licking her lips, a bad mother sucker

Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece

I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Ladies, put ya hands up if you got that bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby

I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rossi

I with that Taylor Posse, these ladies wanna party

And theres so much ice up on my neck, it look like I play hockey

So hold up ****, stop me

All these haters watch me

I give her the pill and the D, you can call me cocky

Any stage or any beat, you know I'm about it

And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty

Little shorty thick in her hips, cold than a mother

Licking her lips, a bad mother sucker

Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece

I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Ladies, put ya hands up if you that bomb-bomb

Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb