My money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds I'd like to see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure It makes me wanna dribble, dribble, you know Riding in my Fiat, you really have to see it
Six feet two, in a compact No slack, but luckily, the seats go back I've got a knack to relax, in my mind Sipping some red, red wine
Shepherd's Bush, my compact push Notting Hill Gate, my Fiat skates With a crate of Cabernet, but not today Because I gotta drive, I wanna stay alive
Not 'cause it's illicit, do I have to get explicit? As a matter of fact, I sip on the 'gnac With Big and Reece, 200 diamonds in their piece I'm trying to get mine, so I can shine
Jiggle, jiggle I like to see you, wiggle, wiggle Jiggle, jiggle I like to see you, wiggle, wiggle
My money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds I'd like to see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure It makes me wanna dribble, dribble, you know Riding in my Fiat, you really have to see it
Six feet two, in a compact No slack, but luckily, the seats go back I've got a knack to relax, in my mind Sipping some red, red wine
Think that went really well, don't you? I enjoyed it, nice being in the booth So unless you have anything else, that's a wrap (Jiggle, jiggle) (I like to see you, wiggle, wiggle) (Jiggle, jiggle) (I like to see you, wiggle, wiggle)