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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brooke Valentine
Brooke Valentine
Background Vocals
Soul Diggaz
Soul Diggaz
Programming
B. Howard
B. Howard
Programming
Sharief Hobley
Sharief Hobley
Guitar
Corte Ellis
Corte Ellis
Background Vocals
Deja Johnson
Deja Johnson
Additional Vocals
J.R.K.
J.R.K.
Additional Vocals
Shea Taylor
Shea Taylor
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooke Valentine
Brooke Valentine
Composer
B. Howard
B. Howard
Composer
Deja Johnson
Deja Johnson
Composer
C. Ellis
C. Ellis
Composer
S. Mobley
S. Mobley
Composer
Karriem Mack
Karriem Mack
Composer
LaShaun Owens
LaShaun Owens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Soul Diggaz
Soul Diggaz
Producer
B. Howard
B. Howard
Producer
Vaughan Merrick
Vaughan Merrick
Recording Engineer
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Mixing Engineer
Deja Johnson
Deja Johnson
Producer

Lyrics

I'm gettin' off about six
I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!"
Tell me what sitting at home has done for you lately
Pick up your rump, shake a leg, bounce to the beat
Don't know why your posted up on your feet
'Cause it's so hot in here I know you can feel the heat
I'm feeling good
I'm looking good
I'm pedicured
I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks
Up in the spot
From coast to coast
We hold it down fa sho
My money, my hair, my nails fixed
My walk, my clothes, my limp
My girls, no man, don't need shit
And I can tell you want a taste of this
You wanna taste of this
You wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of this
(Better get on up)
I'ma make you dance
Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands
I'm fin to make you dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants
I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips
The party so packed people standing out in the streets
The guys are checkin' me out
Even the girls are lookin'
I'm not getting off the floor till I feel the burn in me
Just might take a fella home
If he knows how to work that thang
I'm feeling good
I'm looking good
I'm pedicured
I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks
Up in the spot
From coast to coast
We hold it down fa sho
My money, my hair, my nails fixed
My walk, my clothes, my limp
My girls, no man, don't need shit
And I can tell you want a taste of this
You wanna taste of this
You wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of this
(Better get on up)
I'ma make you dance
Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands
I'm fin to make you dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants
I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips
DJ!
I want everybody on the floor
Dance till you can't take no more
I'm gettin' off about six
I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!"
You gone step
Step wit me come on
You gone step
Step wit me come on
It's like left right left
It's like left right left
Now slide-slide-slide-slide
It's like left right left
It's like left right left
Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP!
I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips
My money, my hair, my nails fixed
My walk, my clothes, my limp
My girls, no man, don't need shit
And I can tell you want a taste of this
You wanna taste of this
You wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis
I'm feeling good
I'm looking good
I'm pedicured
I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks
Up in the spot
From coast to coast
We hold it down fa sho'
Written by: B. Howard, Brooke Valentine, C. Ellis, Deja Johnson, Derik Johnson, Kanesha Brooks, Karriem Mack, LaShaun Owens, S. Mobley, Sharief Hobley
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