[Verse 1]
Still ain't got a hundred bands (Run it up)
Still gon' rap some circles 'round these n***as 'bout the running man (Run it up)
Bitches pussy, I don't understand (I don't understand)
Tryna reflect my moves and all, the stupid bitches need another plan
I'm feeling like Henny, feeling like Migos, no kizzy (I feel like)
Or I'm feeling like Nia Long with the blue blouse from Tiffany (I'm feeling like)
Instead of you worrying about me, go get busy (Uh-huh)
Sometimes I like my n***a, then I don't, these bitches iffy (Sorry, baby)

[Chorus]
Do somethin' to make me feel good
Do somethin' to make me feel good (Uh)
Do somethin' to make mе feel good (Hey, baby), yeah
Do somethin' to makе me feel good (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Here I come (Here I come), here I come (Here I come), here I come (Here I come, uh-oh)
Here I come (Here I come), here I come (Here I come), here I come (Here I come)

[Verse 2]
Lower your tone when you talk to me, keep it sexy (Shh)
I'm overrating on these bitches, who gon' check me?
You know I got that grrah, keep it sexy (I got that uh)
It don't take long for you to give up on that Becky
Hottest in the spot, keep them flames on me
I'm worth a couple carats with no cakes on me
He MJ in this 'ussy, put six rings on it
Made him spend that check, then I brokes on him
Should be a series, my body causing a scene (I'm causing a what)
These n***as jokes, it's too mini, call 'em a me (I got that ooh)
He ride that dirty, that dirty sport in the V (Got that grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
If he ever ask me for some pussy, better say please