Let the record play, let the record play Let the record play the way that you dance, the way that you move, the way that you stare at me across the room You carry Dior bags, and you got your Chanel, you wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL Now I got Beyden 8, I got DCMA, I got brass knuckles hangin' from my neck and my chain I got a model 26, but she stays in her place I got a curl shawl, nearly tucked inside of my waist And the record keeps playin', the same old song The hips is me muggin' on me all night long They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, but the record keeps playin', the same old song They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl Now she's sweatin' my friends and my hurricane shoes She likes the records I spin, my Adam Barton tattoos But she can't say what's up, so what does she do? She just dailies posted up the other side of the room I got AMC tattooed on my head I got Black Wall Street on a black bandana And the record keeps playin', the same old song The hips is me muggin' on me all night long They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, but the record keeps playin', the same old song They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl She, she, she don't wanna talk about it He, he, he wants to fight about me, me I don't wanna fight about it, I just wanna be about it I'm just tryna stay about it, step out the wagon You know the boy starts to hate the girl that came with him Looks like that's not the boy she dated Kids are fightin' and swearin' and now the boyfriend is starin' The disco ball on the ceiling looks like the chain that I'm wearin' But the music keeps playin' I got brass knuckles hangin' from my neck and my chain I got brass knuckles hangin' from my neck and my chain And the record keeps playin', the same old song The hips is me muggin' on me all night long They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl And the record keeps playin', the same old song The hips is me muggin' on me all night long They said, oh-oh, oh-oh, keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl You carry Dior bags and you got your Chanel You wear Louis Vuitton, ASG and YSL Now I got Billionaire, I got DCMA I got brass knuckles hangin' from my neck and my chain I got brass knuckles hangin' from my neck and my chain