That hit urban bop is coming
Yo, remember when I was Idol
And my voice made you feel like you were at a recital
Well now I'm back, on track
And all 'em other motherfückers better clap back
Now turn this sh!t up louder
And let's dance with no pants
You put me down and I feel like nothing
Now lemme tell you a little something
Pre-Chorus:
Yeah my name is Jordin
But all these other b!tches better move
'Cause they don't got the spark
And I'm like
Chorus:
Bye Felicia, bye
Bye Felicia, bye
So why you all up in my face?
I ain't got time to sell this bass
So bye Felicia, bye
Bye Felicia, bye
I ain't got no time for no record deals
Unless I'm breaking records for real
So bye Felicia, bye
Bye Felicia, bye
Wait - hold up though
I'm making all that fat dough
Uh huh, I rise the the top and stop bottom
And down there it gets lonely
'Cause I ain't no G.U.Y.
So if they ever ask why I tell 'em no lies
I wear my glasses thick 'cause I'm shady
Heels high, lipstick on 'cause I'm a lady
Pre-Chorus + Chorus
I'm single and this is my single
I ain't got time to mingle
Yeah, you can talk dirty
But I'mma tell you, I'mma tell ypu
You used to have people judge me
But now it seems like they do it more
So I'm required to do more
But I'mma tell you, I'mma tell you
Chorus x2
