Shawty got that super low,
sneakers hit the floor like whoa,
bass drop, watch the whole room glow,
chain swing, let that liquor flow.
She dip, she snap, she roll it slow,
like Miami heat in midnight snow.
Hands up, then we touch the ceiling,
diamonds flash, got everybody feeling—
this that vibe, we don’t need no ceiling,
just ride that low, keep the night wheeling.