Louis Theroux, Duke & Jones

Jiggle, jiggle

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)