Saucy Santana - Rock With It

Yeah, uh (it's Trax season, bruh)

Make a bitch wanna move
Make a bitch wanna groove
Oh, 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

Vip at the club, yeah, I'm stepping (big stepper)
Icy wrist, check the time, I'm Patekin'
Club full of gang bangers, who you reppin'?
Drop a bag on a bitch, got the whole club sprintin'
Throw that ass back like it's Thursday (ow)
You can get it, but it's gon' be in the worst way
Mix the molly in the cake for his birthday
And I'm chargin' by the minute like I'm prepaid
He got a big-ass chain, with his Rollie on (flexin')
Twisting all around the club like his money gone
Section hoppin', bottle poppin', tryna find a new bitch
New Gucci sneakers on, but you ain't Mr. Zone 6

Make a bitch wanna move
Make a bitch wanna groove
Oh, 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

Yeah, you know them hoes get they sauce from Saucy (huh?)
Material girl, you know I'm costly (yeah)
I should be a dentist the way I'm flossing
That's a beatbox, this pussy talking
Yeah, dineros on Melrose, I get that bread
Don't get your heart broke
Goin' through that nigga text thread
Bring yo' Nike's if you checkin' me
But ain't no checkin' me, respectfully
I spy a rich nigga (ooh, I'm curious)
He got a big figure (bitch, you serious?)
Ducked off, laid back (he mysterious)
I'ma make that nigga move (make him delirious)

Make a bitch wanna move
Make a bitch wanna groove
Oh, 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

Make a bitch wanna move
Make a bitch 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)

Written by:
John Norris III, Rashad Spain

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