2006 ft. Abskull & Dee XCLSV Lyrics

Now, playas (yeah)

I'mma need y'all niggas to lose all control

Now, ladies (yeah)

Lemme see you bad bitches get low, c'mon

Now, holla at me

Holla at me

Holla at me

Holla at me

I said holla at me

Holla at me

Holla at me

Holla at me

I said put your hands in the air like it's 2006

Mighta came here alone, but I'mma leave with a bitch

Now, slide with me (slide with me)

Slide with me (slide with me)

Slide with me (slide with me)

Slide with me (slide)

I said put your hands in the air like it's 2006

I got something up by sleeve, and it ain't a bag of tricks

Now, ride with me (ride with me)

Ride with me (ride with me)

Ride with me (ride with me)

Ride with me (ride)

Listen

Up on the verse (up on the verse)

I did it first (I did it first)

Girl, do your worst

Get loco

Start drinkin' shots (start drinkin' shots)

Start poppin' off (start poppin' off)

Show whatchu got (damn, whatchu got)

Get low, oh

Bend to the front (bend to the front)

And touch your toes (and touch your toes)

Then make it wiggle (make it wiggle)

Then make it roll (then make it roll)

Just shake that body (body)

Gotchu feeling naughty (naughty)

We don't go to clubs (what?)

We the fucking party

He want me get low

Like a limbo

I'm not no cheap hoe

Not dealing with no bimbo

Boy, I'm 2000s fine

I got men in long line

Wantin' to take my time, so you should take this as a sign

Wanna mess with me?

Better spend ya check

If you wanna hit it?

Better spend a check

My time is money, and I won't waste a sec

Put your hands in the air like 2006

When niggas balling in the club like the New York Knicks

And bitches was in the club just to have fun

And bitches was in the club just to have fun

I said put your hands in the air like it's 2006

Mighta came here alone, but I'mma leave with a bitch

Now, slide with me (slide with me)

Slide with me (slide with me)

Slide with me (slide with me)

Slide with me (slide)

I said put your hands in the air like it's 2006

I got something up by sleeve, and it ain't a bag of tricks

Now, ride with me (ride with me)

Ride with me (ride with me)

Ride with me (ride with me)

Ride with me (ride)

It's a quarter past 10, just left the crib

Headed to the club

Soon as i get to the spot

All the bitches show me love

I ain't trippin' on nothing

I'm sippin' on something

Bad girls to the front when they saw the kid stunting

'Cuz they know the story when I'm in the city

Watch on my left hand cost half a ticket

Bottle on my right hand ran a couple digits

So do your dance for me baby

'Cuz it's been a minute

The club going off, feel like 2006 (yes)

She dont know this life, so shes busy taking pics (yes)

Ballin way outta control (yes)

Feelin like knicks

We make it rain, david blaine, got a bag of tricks (yes)

We been at the top now for a couple summers

3:16, i'm a stole cold stunna

Know I pack a lethal weapon like im danny glover

6 side on top

Never going under