I like them girls I like them girls I like them girls I like them girls Get a call from my crew this weekend Talkin bout a party said it's gonna be crackin Since imma drive the porsche i tell em push the blue benz Cause when it's over straight parkin lot pimpin So once i find my keys to the ride Hit the spot around 11: 45 Cuz everybody knows that's when it gets hot Tonight i'm gonna find a lil shorty for a player to cop yeah I need a hot girl for me A sexy lil mommy Knows how to turn me on Freak me from the night to the early morn A girl who knows just what she wants If you see it baby dont front Hair fly and nails done lookin she got one That's the kind i like I like them girls between the sheets Like them girls iced up like me I like them girls in the fly gucci Rollin deep in the 6, cartier on the wrist I like em thick Small waist with the big ol hips I like them girls in the drop bentley That's the kind of girl i need Out the corner of my eye spot a shorty Ice so bright baby lightin up the party She got the prada fitting right on her body 36-24 how could I let her pass me I approached her with the game on tight Said you's the kind of flavor i like She said whats up with later tonight Gonna do whatever feels right to you I need a hot girl for me A sexy lil mommy Knows how to turn me on Freak me from the night to the early morn A girl who knows just what she wants If she see baby girl dont front Hair fly and nails done lookin she got one That's the kind i like I like them girls between the sheets Like them girls iced up like me I like them girls in the fly gucci Rollin deep in the 6, cartier on the wrist I like em thick Small waist with the big ol hips I like them girls in the drop bentley That's the kind of girl i need I like them girls between the sheets Like them girls iced up like me I like them girls in the fly gucci Rollin deep in the 6, cartier on the wrist I like em thick Small waist with the big ol hips I like them girls in the drop bentley That's the kind of girl i need I like them girls with the candy thighs Kissable lips And the big brown eyes That's the kind of girl i need I like them girls from around the way Shortie got a record and it makes me say Ohh ya ohh ya That's the kind of girl i need. I like them girls between the sheets Like them girls iced up like me I like them girls in the fly gucci Rollin deep in the 6, cartier on the wrist I like em thick Small waist with the big ol hips I like them girls in the drop bentley That's the kind of girl i need

It's time to take motherfucking flight 'Cause it's feeling like one of them nights DJ got a bad bitch hype We got the champagne and liquor on ice Huh, wipe me down, wipe me down JT, wipe me down, it's my birthday bitch Wipe me down, it's time to clown 'Cause it's feeling like one of them nights It's time to take motherfucking flight Got them killers with me, they'll make a bitch nervous Young city bitch, protected like the secret service Told him meet me in the back, I gotta stay lowkey 'Cause your bitch'll go crazy, if she found out 'bout me Hell nah, I don't wanna drink, you better send a bitch a bottle Real hood bitch, I'm not no IG model Where them rich niggas at? Ain't scared to spend them racks Take that lil' Rolly off, where them big Patek's at? You don't really know what them streets like You be in the house before the street lights How you claim you want a bitch, when you got a wife? It's gon' cost a pretty penny, just to keep me quiet It's time to take motherfucking flight 'Cause it's feeling like one of them nights DJ got a bad bitch hype We got the champagne and liquor on ice Huh, wipe me down, wipe me down JT, wipe me down, it's my birthday bitch Wipe me down, it's time to clown 'Cause it's feeling like one of them nights It's time to take motherfucking flight Pull up to the spot, yeah that motherfucker lied Uber to the front bitch, you don't gotta drive Walk up in the club, yeah we 20 hoes deep Everybody wearing heels, so we all need seats VIP packed with all kind of niggas Kick 'em all out 'cause ain't none of 'em killers Don't get it fucked up, 'cause we dancing like strippers If a bitch act aggy, then a hoe get a issue A couple of 'em, like 'em selling white But majority of us, like 'em when they swipe The DJ, got this bitch hype And it's feeling like one of them nights Period It's time to take motherfucking flight 'Cause it's feeling like one of them nights DJ got a bad bitch hype We got the champagne and liquor on ice Huh, wipe me down, wipe me down JT, wipe me down, it's my birthday bitch Wipe me down, it's time to clown 'Cause it's feeling like one of them nights It's time to take motherfucking flight

Do my ass look fat? (or nah?) Should I call him back? (or nah?) Wear my hair like that? (or nah?) Do he make them stacks? (or nah?) If you ever been around then you'll hear us Talking all that crazy shit like we do Do you ever post your pics with no filter? Hashtag, I woke up like this too Them girls be like (oh, oh) Them girls be like (ooh) Them girls be like (oh, oh) Them girls be like Oh, hey, hey That's what we be like That's what we be like, yeah Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care Oh, hey, hey That's what we be like That's what we be like, yeah Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care Is she hatin'? (uh, huh) Do it phase me? (uh, uh) Take a selfie every night (uh, huh) Get at least hundred likes (uh, huh) If you ever been around then you'll hear us Talking all that crazy shit like we do Do you ever post your pics with no filter? Hashtag, I woke up like this too Them girls be like (oh, oh) Them girls be like (ooh) Them girls be like (oh, oh) Them girls be like Oh, hey, hey That's what we be like That's what we be like, yeah Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care Oh, hey, hey That's what we be like That's what we be like, yeah Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care We like them girls that do too much If you thirsty, you can't sit with us Why you think them boys be missin' us? (ooh, whoa, whoa) You know you hate them girls that do too much If you thirsty, you can't sit with us Why you think them boys be missin' us? (ooh, whoa whoa) Them girls be like (oh, oh) Them girls be like (ooh) Them girls be like (oh, oh) Them girls be like Oh, hey, hey That's what we be like That's what we be like, yeah Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care Oh, hey, hey That's what we be like That's what we be like, yeah Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)