Apple bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club
Was lookin' at her
(fuck)
Shawty got low

Baggy sweat pants
Reeboks with the straps
Turn around, and give that big booty a slap
And I thought to myself
Shawty got low

I ain't ever seen nothin'
That'll make me go
This crazy all night
Spendin' my dough
And I thought to myself
What a wonderful world

Had a million dollar vibe
And a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes
They stole the show
And I thought to myself
(Struggling)
Them birthday cakes got low
Birthday cakes
What the fuck
This next part is filler
I don't know the words
I'm Louis Armstrong
I've been dead for 30 years