[Chorus: ] I get it lit (Lit), I get it hot (Hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance (Dance), well, I got the moves (Moves) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (Ah-ooh) I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I get it lit (Lit), I get it hot (Hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance (Dance), well, I got the moves (Moves) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (Ah-ooh) I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company [Verse 1:] She like my dance moves (Uh) Guess I'm the man, she turned to a fan Now we making fast moves (Uh) Lookin' for love, but it never last I guess that's what cash do (Ooh) Hands in my pants, she lookin' for bands (God damn) And something that's brand new (Ooh, ooh) Told her, "Watch what that bag do" 'Cause it could get litty when I'm in my city (Yeah) You know it's more fun when you papered out I need a biddy to show me some titties The real definition of hangin' out (Hangin' out) Maybe some kitty 'cause I'm really pretty But I know you shy when the gang around (Hey, hey) Ain't got no time to just hang around (Just hang around) Fuckin' or fightin', we bang it out