Gold Pants -

When I DDR I dance to the max,

When I rock this mike I charge my hip-hop tax,

Cos I flow so funky and I jive so hard,

Got all the pretty fella’s saying «oh my lord»

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.

Beats like these will break through walls,

And I get my motivation from shopping malls,

Cos I’m a B E A A Beautiful girl,

Bring and drop my momma all over the world,

If you’re feeling lonely and your grandma don’t know me,

Then you bring her on down to my hip-hop show,

Cos the way I’m going with beats like these,

You might need to get down on one knee.

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.

I pray off the weak and I feed from the needy,

And I charge a little much that I might get greedy,

I know I look fresh and so delish,

Don’t expect me to do your dishes,

All the ladies out there with a man,

You should be a momma got a back-up plan,

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.

Thank you momma for making me gold pants

Ones I can dance in, and make romance in.