Clipse, Pharrell, Keri Hilson - All Eyes on Me lyrics

I know she wants to move it
That girl can't help herself
Life as we know it begins on Friday night
I know she wants to move it
That girl can't help herself
Bright lights, big city
I know she wants to move it
That girl can't help herself
Rubber band stacks blowing in the wind
I know she wants to move it
That girl can't help herself
All for the love of girls shaking they asses
Yeah!

I keeps that dirty money
I'm talkin' fast cash
I'm talkin' razor shaving
I'm talkin' duffle bags
I'm talkin' "You can count it, papi
It's all there" i'm talkin' hooking up
That Slumdog Millionaire
I like the fast girls
Who like them fast cars
Who rather sell it to ya
Then ask for more tomorrow
I know them YSL platforms ain't coming cheap
And plus I like to show I
Gets it from the streets
One, two, three, four!

I'm out here dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less? Hell no, that wouldn't be me
Hey now, all eyes on me
Hey now, I skipped the line for free
Bass loud, how it's got to be
Hey now, all eyes on me

I see your name in lights
Your face on the big screen
Let's cruise, drop the top
You deserve to be seen
Rockin' them Prada goggles
You're my next Top Model
Your style like Jackie O
Oh now just sit back and let 'em marvel
I know you see this paper
I bet you count my cash
Countless trips to Saks with her
Make her tote Birkin bags
Nuvo on ice is served
Let that quench your thirst
Damn right those bitches hate cause they
Just mad you had it first

I'm out here dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less? Hell no, that wouldn't be me
Hey now, all eyes on me
Hey now, I skipped the line for free
Bass loud, how it's got to be
Hey now, all eyes on me

Jockin' my swag, I'll pop tags
You'll be borrowing
No drinks in here, y'all thirsty
We be swallowing don't matter where I go
Them haters be following me so hey now

I know what girls like
Know whatchu looking for
Them tights is fittin' right
You hyped them up some more
You pulled that hair back
Stick that ass out for them boys to see
You damn near broke your heel from posing
Tryna catch a G

Gucci, Fendi, Louis, your man don't do that
Do he? Now take the stage, the floor
Is yours, come on, let's make a movie
Work that camera mama, rip that runway baby
Now pop your collar
See them dollar signs is why they hate me

I'm out here dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less? Hell no, that wouldn't be me
Hey now, all eyes on me
Hey now, I skipped the line for free
Bass loud, how it's got to be
Hey now, all eyes on me

She move that, uh
She move that, uh yessir, uh
She move that, uh yessir