Bleach-blonde hair and your neon shadies
Roll the red carpet out the limousine
Looking like they bad people
Everybody movin' like they ain't got a job people
Make, make that tail drop
Make, make that tail drop
If the club's too cold go on and put your swagger on
Go on go on go go on and put your swagger on
Go on go go put your swagger on
I'm still mad at my deadbeat dad people
Everybody movin' liket hey ain't got a job people
Put your s, s, s swagger on
Go on go on go on, I see hot people
Go on go on put your, put your swagger on
To the lovers, the haters, please congratulate us
You got to get educated 'bout the 808'ers
I sent the boom-shaka-laka shaka-laka to your house
Don't let it smack ya in yo swagga-lackin' mouth
I fly non-stop, first class
You in coach, you in da back
You shut down while I go blast
Ya lookin' like anotha disasta
Kickin' up dust, you taste it