Hey, la-la-la, yeah, I love shit, babe Pickin' up a penny with a press on these Easier than holding you down Can't be any harder than holding you up now To come clean, I said, to be real, it's To be real, it's Probably the truth they say about me Probably came from my inner circle Usually come from your inner circle Or lack thereof, and I don't know I can trust I've been dropping out And I've been hanging out With my high friends And we too stoned to pay attention I mean, really, it's Same me, it's old me, you know the same I've been on the low-key grindin' Down and on the low-key shinin' Tryin' to keep to myself But you bring me out the cafeteria Every time again Damn, Gina, damn, Gina Them jeans, they must be uptight, mama You need some, get right, mama Go, Gina, go, Gina Go get that, get right, mama Go, Gina, go, Gina Go till you get right, mama I belong to nobody, homie, don't bother you You go mind your business I belong to nobody, try not to disturb her Mind my business Do what you mean, do what you mean Go, Gina, go, Gina Do what you mean, do what you mean Go, Gina, go, Gina Do what you mean, do what you mean Go, Gina, go, Gina Do what you mean, do what you mean Go, Gina Go, Gina Go, Gina