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
Know 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

Oh, me, oh, my, body like a monster
Let me get inside, ya booty I`ma conquer
If ya 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, derierre, I`ma call you `Prancer`
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies, if you got it let me know

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than `em other
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
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
Know 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

Something like a pimp, nothin` like them other fellas
Heard that you the s**t, girl, we should blow up together
Ooh I know you got that bomb s**t, call it nine, eleven
I`m just tryna beat it up, he could it, acapella

We should go back to my crib, that`s what I`ma tell her
Bring one or two of them `cause your friends looking kinda jealous
R-r-rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella
Lotta ni**as in the club, who cares I`m the realest

Tell the waiters we gon need more cases
And when you think the money`s gone we spending more faces
She with homeboy but she want this
Six cars, eight chains, three cribs, one Wiz

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than `em other
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
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
Know 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

Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby
I`m in that black Bugatti and I off that Carlo Rossi
I with that Taylor Posse, these ladies wanna party
And there`s so much ice up on my neck, it look like I play hockey

So hold up, ni**a, stop me, all these haters watch me
I give it up, you`re in the deep, you can call me c**ky
Any stage or any beat you know I`ma body
And Wiz roll that good s**t up and he riding shawty

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than `em other
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
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
Know 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

Yeah, so when you [Incomprehensible]
Smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me
You don`t blame Weezy, man, blame that s**t on me, man
Yeah