One, two, three, whoo! Come on, ladies. Show me what you got. You know you got it good. Yeah. Sing to them, girls. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. It looks good like that. Oh. Here we go. Here we go. What's up? Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. 1, 2, 3, 4. Toe to toe, dance it very close. Going through this, almost comatose. Come on. Come on. Don't stop. 1, 2, 3, 4. Give a hand next time. And there's never enough. Come on. We may be trading directions. I like that. I like that. Come on. Come on. Tell me something. Hand to hand, separated. Timeless moments, and the ones that stay. 1, 2, 3, 4. Face to face, separate solitude. Come on. And it's been about me, 24 hours shopping and rapture. Yeah. Come on, ladies. Let's go. Fab 5 Freddy told me everybody's fly. To all my hot girls and my hot guys. You know I'm fresh. You know I'm good. Keep the latest fashion like we always could. There were four friends in New York they met. And they always stick together in the city of sex. Me and my girls in a catchy cab. A fit fad with some shopping bags. Wherever I go, two friends behind me. Freeze company before it's a party. Turning heads in a cute little cafe. Girls night, conversation getting nasty. Empire State, Emirates State. Me and my homegirl, cause they my soulmates. Pronouncing C while you marry the kids. Cause I'm so Carrie and my man's so big. You like that. One, two, three, go. Six and a six. Hello. What you want? Fab 5. What's good? Come on. It's a ratchet. How you feeling? It's a ratchet. It's a ratchet. Yeah. What a ratchet. What a ratchet. What a ratchet. Yeah. It's a ratchet.