Hundred freaky girls up in the spot tonight
Twi-twist it up and drop it like it's hot, tonight
I got a question, is she really down to bop or what?
Turn the track up, I don't think this shit is loud enough
And I, I feel like a celebrity
If you're mad, then go to therapy
But I can't, I can't help that I make it look so easy
It's too easy (e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e)
It's too easy (e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e)
It's too easy (e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e)
It's too easy (e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e)
It's too easy to look this good when I put on that shit (e-e-e-e-e-e)
It's too easy to make 'em stare the way I rock my hips (e-e-e-e-e-e)
It's too easy to make 'em mad when all I do is win (e-e-e-e-e-e)
It's too easy, it's too— it's too— (e-e-e-e-e-e)
Music, music, music, music, music, music
Music, music, music, music, music, music