Dem Jeans (feat. Migos) Video (MV)
Timbaland - Dem Jeans (feat. Migos) Lyrics
[Hook]|Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time|'She don't f*ck with broke niggas', you said on the sideline|Back your ass up, whip that booty, and we ridin'|I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like genuine|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline (boing, boing)|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|All my pretty girls scream, 'Pretty Gang' (pretty)||[Verse 1]|Broke boys always talking 'bout|How many hoes they f*ck, how many bitches they got (how many)|But we really wanna know how many coins you got (how many)|If you talking 'bout your rap, how many songs you got? (hey)|This for my bitches, all my bad bitches|Only if you independent and after your riches|She a old lady got a young nigga in the corner|Young nigga hit it right and smoked that good marijuana|She'll have you in the club mad, everybody want her|I think I like her persona, Victoria's Secret aroma|Late night at the Aroma, I took her home and I bone her|She screwed up in the Corolla, got her drunk of Coronas|Jewelry colder than Polar, I'm high like the Solar|She took it more than Oprah, make it clap like Magnolia|It's the first time you seen her, and she act like she know ya|That's her motive, she burst that wallet open, so I had to ask her||[Hook]|Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time|'She don't f*ck with broke niggas', you said on the sideline|Back your ass up, whip that booty, and we ridin'|I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like genuine|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline (boing, boing)|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|All my pretty girls scream, 'Pretty Gang' (pretty)||[Verse 2]|I asked her what's her sign, she told me, 'Gemini'|I told her, 'Girl, you lying, that's the same sign as mine'|But anyway, never mind, back to the subject, 'You fine'|I'm tryna see if in them jeans genuine|And she don't like broke boys, broke boys ain't making no noise|Walk around with a check like Floyd, she licking at me looking gorgeous|Pinky ring the size of orbit, broke boys can't afford it|Look in my pockets on Orbit, I'm a free man no Morgan (Morgan Freeman)|Man, you can go to my mansion, it got six stories (get lost)|Hop in the Lam' and drop the top like the Headless Horseman (top off)|Telling me stories of her and a broke boy divorce (ehh)|Honestly, I can care less, baby, that ain't important (no!)|I like how them jeans look tight, they show your panties (I like it)|Walking 'round the club got these broke boys panic (they fighting)|When she walk in public, people turn to a mannequin (silent)|She done killed the whole club, call the ambulance||[Hook]|Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time|'She don't f*ck with broke niggas', you said on the sideline|Back your ass up, whip that booty, and we ridin'|I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like genuine|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline (boing, boing)|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|All my pretty girls scream, 'Pretty Gang' (pretty)
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[Hook]|Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time|'She don't f*ck with broke niggas', you said on the sideline|Back your ass up, whip that booty, and we ridin'|I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like genuine|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline (boing, boing)|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|All my pretty girls scream, 'Pretty Gang' (pretty)||[Verse 1]|Broke boys always talking 'bout|How many hoes they f*ck, how many bitches they got (how many)|But we really wanna know how many coins you got (how many)|If you talking 'bout your rap, how many songs you got? (hey)|This for my bitches, all my bad bitches|Only if you independent and after your riches|She a old lady got a young nigga in the corner|Young nigga hit it right and smoked that good marijuana|She'll have you in the club mad, everybody want her|I think I like her persona, Victoria's Secret aroma|Late night at the Aroma, I took her home and I bone her|She screwed up in the Corolla, got her drunk of Coronas|Jewelry colder than Polar, I'm high like the Solar|She took it more than Oprah, make it clap like Magnolia|It's the first time you seen her, and she act like she know ya|That's her motive, she burst that wallet open, so I had to ask her||[Hook]|Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time|'She don't f*ck with broke niggas', you said on the sideline|Back your ass up, whip that booty, and we ridin'|I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like genuine|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline (boing, boing)|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|All my pretty girls scream, 'Pretty Gang' (pretty)||[Verse 2]|I asked her what's her sign, she told me, 'Gemini'|I told her, 'Girl, you lying, that's the same sign as mine'|But anyway, never mind, back to the subject, 'You fine'|I'm tryna see if in them jeans genuine|And she don't like broke boys, broke boys ain't making no noise|Walk around with a check like Floyd, she licking at me looking gorgeous|Pinky ring the size of orbit, broke boys can't afford it|Look in my pockets on Orbit, I'm a free man no Morgan (Morgan Freeman)|Man, you can go to my mansion, it got six stories (get lost)|Hop in the Lam' and drop the top like the Headless Horseman (top off)|Telling me stories of her and a broke boy divorce (ehh)|Honestly, I can care less, baby, that ain't important (no!)|I like how them jeans look tight, they show your panties (I like it)|Walking 'round the club got these broke boys panic (they fighting)|When she walk in public, people turn to a mannequin (silent)|She done killed the whole club, call the ambulance||[Hook]|Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time|'She don't f*ck with broke niggas', you said on the sideline|Back your ass up, whip that booty, and we ridin'|I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like genuine|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline (boing, boing)|What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?) What's in 'em jeans? (What's in 'em jeans?)|All my pretty girls scream, 'Pretty Gang' (pretty)