[Intro: Saucy Santana]
Yeah, uh
(It's Trax season bruh)
[Chorus: Saucy Santana]
Make a b*tch wanna move (Wanna move)
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hold slow down, you gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
I'm feelin' my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I ain't tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
[Verse One; Rubi Rose]
I'm tryna lean wit it, rock wit it, bop wit it
Throw it back for my ni**a, I'mma thot wit it
He got my legs like a Lamborghini, to the ceilin'
And he ain't going no where until im finished (Yeah)
How you fu*kin' on dat ni**a and still ain't got sh*t (Huh)
How you got your body done but you still big? (Huh)
Yeah, he paying for my nails, flight, and the crib
Got him cummin' quick, this pussy got good grip
Up and down, he be like how you do dat there
Do it slow, watch it go from right to left
When I walk in a room, ni**as lose they breath
Make a b*tch wanna move like yeah, yеah, yeah
[Chorus: Saucy Santana]
Make a b*tch wanna move (Wanna movе)
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hold slow down, you gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
I'm feelin' my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I ain't tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
[Verse Two: Saucy Santana]
You know them hoes get they sauce from saucy
Material girl, you know I'm costly
I should be a dentist the way I'm flossin'
That's a beatbox, this pussy talkin'
Yeah, Dineros on Melrose, I get that bread
Don't get your heart broke, goin' through
That ni**a text thread
But bring yo Nike's if you checkin' me
But ain't no checkin' me, respectfully
I spy a rich ni**a (Oh, I'm curious)
He got a big figure (b*tch, is you serious)
Ducked off, laid back (He mysterious)
I'mma make that ni**a move (Make him delirious)
[Chorus: Saucy Santana]
Make a b*tch wanna move (Wanna move)
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Hold slow down, you gotta beat it up smooth
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
I'm feelin' my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I ain't tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
[Outro: Saucy Santana]
Make a b*tch wanna move
Make a b*tch wanna groove
Slow down, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
I'm feelin' my mood, don't step on my shoes
I'm in my vibe, I ain't tryna be rude
I wanna rock wit it, now rock wit it
Now rock wit it, now rock wit it
(It's Trax season bruh)