Producer(s): Frankie P,
Writer(s): Frankie P, MadeinTYO, Nicki Minaj , A$AP Ferg,
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 74 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em It's that time again Em Frankie motherfuckin' P Em Fergie, come out and play www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Skrrt) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go) [VERSE] Em Diamonds all on my gums (Gums, yeah) Em Talkin' my shit, I got runs (Got runs) Em Hole in my jeans like I'm Grunge (Grunge) Em Fuckin' that bitch in the buns (Buns) Em She suck on my dick 'til it's numb (Yeah, numb) Em Pockets is fat like The Klumps (Klumps) Em Rappers is lookin' like lunch (Lunch) Em I'm makin' a meal when I munch, woo (Let's go, woo) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leaving she tell me to stay, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Em Got a new loft in Harlem Em No, Fergie ain't move to LA (Woo) Em Burberry on my collar (Ooh) Em Diamonds, they still in my face (Woo, ah) Em You don't want no problems (Ooh) Em Fergie be settin' 'em ablaze (Ooh, ah) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Skrrt) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go) [VERSE] Em All of you bitches is food Em If you the opps, you gon' be singin' the blues Em Feelin' like Bishop in Juice Em Word to my dude, this Jimmy Choo on my shoes Em All of my niggas is macks Em This is a fact, this ain't no cap app Em All of my bitches is bad, word to my dad Em They know we get to the bag Em Move my hips, okay Em Tell him to go, then I tell him to stay, hey Em Baby, it's okay Em I have been havin' one hell of a day, yay Em Saint Laurent all on my shades Em Then I pull up in a cherry Merced's, yay Em Strawberry shortcake hair Em Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy Em Straight from outta Queens, headed to Harlem now Em I got the panda mink on and it's growlin' now Em Already bodied "Plain Jane" and we mobbin' now Em That's 'cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style Em Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell 'em I'm Billy the G.O.A.T. Em I'm gettin' that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow Em My model bitch all up in Vogue Em All up in Vogue, pardon my Versace robe Em Streak in my hair like I'm Rogue Em Nigga, you know, you better not tip on your toes Em They grippin' the 40 below (Ah) [CHORUS] Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Skrrt) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Em Move your hips, okay Em When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
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