[Verse 1]

I’m
Hot shit, you can tell when I walk in
I’m 'bout my money, I ain’t really ‘bout talking
Step aside, lemme slide through the door
Slide to the floor, nothing on my mind anymore

They say we don’t dance, we just pull up our pants
But they ain’t never seen my camp on some throwback jams
We can tell from how you step, you mothafuckas are deaf
And we can One, Two, Step until there’s none of you left

Man it’s lit like Bic, I’m on her lips like lipstick
Shift, hit the gas, flip it, drop ‘em on they ass like
Bang, got ‘em like “Dang,
Don’t know who he is, but he doing his thang"

Aye, well - my name’s Cam, and it’s nice to meet me
In the middle of the floor, getting nice and freaky
Do my throwback dance, while I throw back drinks
And you know I don’t give a damn what you think, bitch


[Hook]

I still dougie…
I still dougie…

I still dougie- still dougie- I dougie
T- t- two step
Dougie- still dougie- I dougie
T- t- two step
Dougie- still dougie- I dougie
Dougie- still dougie- I dougie
Dougie- still dougie- I dougie
T- t- two step


[Verse 2]

Do you Lean Back, or do you Lean Like a Cholo
Lay a beat, I do my dance Han Solo
Sometimes just Lean with my Shoulder
Teach her how to Dougie, then she do it how I showed her

Put in work anywhere that I go
Then they tell me I’m a jerk, and I tell ‘em I know
I walk it out, out the bank, with a lot of zeros
Then Lil Wayne-Fat Joe "make it rain on them hoes"

I snap my fingers, I do my step,
And I can do it all by myself
Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed it's going down
So I Yung Joc motorcycle all around town

Do the stanky leg, do the stanky leg
Do the damn thing til it's stuck up in your head
I still crank that, I still cat daddy,
I still get silly when doing the pool palace, and


[Hook]

I still dougie…
I still dougie…

I still dougie- still dougie- I dougie
T- t- two step
Dougie- still dougie- I dougie
T- t- two step
Dougie- still dougie- I dougie
T- t- two step


[Bridge]

I don't shmoney, but I still get checks
I might not hit the quan, but I’m still gon’ flex
And I might dab, ‘cause I still get lit
If I decide to milly rock, I’ma kill that shit

I don't shmoney, but I still get checks
I might not hit the quan, but I’m still gon’ flex
And I might dab, ‘cause I still get lit
If I decide to milly rock, I’ma kill that shit