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[Intro] Popular Popular Popular Popular [Chorus] I can tell 'bout how she move, she She with a click and everybody's Manicured nails, she hands free Go through the back and not on front street She live life like She love those lights I know it's probably why I like her Let 'em tell 'em, yeah, we match up [Refrain] Girl got the sparkle, no dimming down Once you discover, you'll want her around Covered in fashion, Celine on her bag Don't know who bought it, that's the last of her pass [Verse 1] But she badder than most so I feel it I understand, I can read it She got a mind and shе gifted Get what she want without giving Shе treating n*ggas like genies She rub it, three wishes In every club and every restaurant But she badder than most so I feel it I understand, I can read it She got a mind and she gifted Get what she want without giving She treating n*ggas like genies She rub it, three wishes In every club and every restaurant [Chorus] I can tell 'bout how she move, she She with a click and everybody's Manicured nails, she hands free Go through the back and not on front street She live life like She love those lights I know it's probably why I like her Let 'em tell 'em, yeah, we match up [Verse 2] How many n*ggas done hit it? How many n*ggas done thought about it and spent it? How many bitches around her faking their friendship? What are the odds all of her friends really envy? But if you close to her you see that she timid Drowning her feelings, she at the bar getting tipsy And n*ggas be paying, thinking they paying for pussy But liquor is therapy, 'cause she feeling so empty Move out her way, n*gga, she flowing away N*gga, she plotting her play, n*gga, she hop off the J N*gga, she want her champagne, n*gga, what can I say? She probably fucking with Drake [Refrain] Girl got the sparkle, no dimming down Once you discover, you'll want her around Covered in fashion, Celine on her bag Don't know who bought it, that's the last of her pass [Chorus] I can tell 'bout how she move, she She with a click and everybody's Manicured nails, she hands free Go through the back and not on front street She live life like She love those lights I know it's probably why I like her Let 'em tell 'em, yeah, we match up [Outro] Popular Popular Popular Popular