Go Girl, shake that thang like Miami sunrise
heels click, lips gloss, dollar signs in your eyes
Pitbull’s in the back, Trina on the throne
Young Boss pour the Ace, let it drip like cologne
bass boom, room spin, we don’t chase, we replace
wrist frost, no pause, money stacking in pace
go girl—own the night, make the whole globe twirl,
when you do it like that, baby, rule the world.