Bow Bow Bow

Back it up. Yup. Back it up. Let me see you go.
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow,
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow.
Let me see you go. Bow. Back out, ba-ba-back out, bow.
Back out, ba-back out, bow. Back out, ba-ba-back out, bow, bow, bow.
First things first, I'm a petty old nigga.
I be doing shit like what? Knowing she be cheating so I leave my phone with her, fact.
She be going through my shit like, "Who is this bitch?" Oh, that's Imani, -mani.
My little Spanish Dominican mami, -mami.
Pretty face and slim in the body.
I sent her a DM, I'm feeling like Gotti.
And I do think she know how to twerk, twerk.
She be shaking and throwing that little shit, bow.
I ain't gonna lie, I be hyping her up, okay.
Hold on now, girl, let's move it a little bit.
Keep on making it bounce. Bounce up and down.
Bounce to the beat and bounce to the sound.
Bounce on the floor, bounce on the couch.
Bounce on the stage and bounce in the crowd.
Let me see you go. Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow,
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow.