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 Bathing Ape, I got DCMA

I got brass knuckles hanging

From my neck in my chain

I got a model 26

But she stays in her place

I got a Kershaw neatly

Tucked inside in my waist

And the record keeps playing

The same old song

The hipsters been muggin′ on me all night long

They say, aha, ahha

Keep your hands off my girl

Keep your hands off my girl

They say, aha, ahha

But the record keeps playing

The same old song

They say, aha, ahha

Keep your hands off my girl

Keep your hands off my girl

Now she sweating 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 stays posted up

The other side of the room

I got AMC tattooed on my hand

I got black wall street on a black bandanna

And the record keeps playing

The same old song

The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say, aha, ahha

Keep your hands off my girl

Keep your hands off my girl

They say, aha, ahha

But the record keeps playing

The same old song

They say, aha, ahha

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

And I just wanna be about it

I′m just trying to stay out of it

Step out the wagon

You know the boy starts to hate

The girl that came with him

Less like that's not the boy she dates

They get to fighting and swearing

And now the boyfriend is staring

The disco ball on the ceiling

Looks like the chain that I′m wearing

But the music keeps playing

I got brass knuckles hanging

From my neck in my chain

I got brass knuckles hanging

From my neck in my chain

And the record keeps playing

The same old song

The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say aha, ahha

Keep your hands off my girl

Keep your hands off my girl

And the record keeps playing

The same old song

The hipsters mean muggin′ on me all night long

They say aha, ahha

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, HG, and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA

I got brass knuckles hanging

From my neck in my chain

I got brass knuckles hanging

From my neck in my chain