| Yeah, yeah | 
| Woah-oh | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| YFS | 
| She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah) | 
| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life | 
| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right | 
| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice | 
| She love to pour up under flashing lights | 
| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life | 
| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right (Woah) | 
| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| You look like the type to get all my time (My time) | 
| Ayy, I’ma have you pull up to the mansion (Yeah) | 
| Ayy, smokin' on the PJ that’s a high flight (Yeah) | 
| Where that passport? | 
| I gotta stamp it | 
| Purses, please don’t take it personnal | 
| Damn look at your outfit | 
| You ain’t have to hurt no | 
| Ex nigga ain’t 'bout shit | 
| Niggas ain’t deservin' of you | 
| Snakes up in your grass again | 
| Had to put that serpent on you | 
| She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah) | 
| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life | 
| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right | 
| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice | 
| She love to pour up under flashing lights | 
| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life | 
| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right (Woah) | 
| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice | 
| We go hand in hand just like a high five | 
| Get you in the room, that booty clappin' | 
| She know this connection just like Wi-Fi | 
| Once we in the crib she let me have it | 
| Head, she know I’m a head-ator | 
| Show me what that mouth do | 
| Take me just like medicine | 
| No lights in the house too (Damn) | 
| Ain’t no Thomas Edison | 
| I’m gon' work you out too | 
| That’s been on my regimen | 
| She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah) | 
| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life | 
| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right | 
| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice | 
| She love to pour up under flashing lights | 
| She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life | 
| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right (Woah) | 
| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice | 
| Man she fire though | 
| Don’t even know where she came from | 
| Popped out of nowhere, this shit crazy | 
| Hey 'scuse me, hey 'scuse me, hey | 
| Hey Miss Lady, 'scuse me, hey, oh | 
| I go by the name of, it’s Eazy |