Them Jeans Video (MV)

Girl what's yo sign, I pull up right on time
She don't f*ck with broke niggas, you sit on the sideline
Back that ass up, put that booty in rewind
I just wanna see what's in those jeans like Ginuwine
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
Can you make that booty bounce like trampolines
Boing, boing
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
All my pretty girls green pretty gang
What's in them jeans

Broke boys always talking 'bout
How many hoes they f*ck, how many bitches they got
What we really wanna know how many coins you got
If you talking 'bout your rap how many songs you got
This for my bitches, all my bad bitches
Only if you independent and after your riches
She a old lady, got a young nigga in the corner
Young nigga hit it right, I smoke that good marijuana
She will have you in the club man, errybody want her
I think I like her persona, Victoria's Secret aroma
Late night at the aroma took her home and I boned her
She stood up in a Corolla, got her drunk off Coronas
Jewelry colder than polar, I'm hot like the solar
She talkin' more than Oprah, make it clap like magnolias
It's the first time you seen her and she act like the know you
That's her motive, she bust it widely open
So I had to ask her

Girl what's yo sign, I pull up right on time
She don't f*ck with broke niggas, you sit on the sideline
Back that ass up, put that booty in rewind
I just wanna see what's in those jeans like Ginuwine
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
Can you make that booty bounce like trampolines
Boing, boing
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
All my pretty girls green pretty gang
What's in them jeans

Asked her what's her sign, she told me Gemini
I told her girl you lying, that's the same sign as mine
Well anyway, never mind, back to the subject, you fine
I'm tryina see if there's some more room in them jeans, Ginuwine
And she don't like broke boys, f*ck boys ain't making no noise
Walk around with a chain like Floyd
She looking at me looking gorgeous
Pinky ring the size of orbit
Broke boys can't afford it, look at my pockets on orbit
I'm a free man no Morgan
Me and you can go to my mansion, it got 6 stories
Hop in the lemon, dropped the top like the headless horse
Telling me stories of her and her broke boy divorced
Honestly I can care less baby that ain't important

I like how them jeans so tight they show your panties (I like it)
Walk in, run the club got these broke boys panic (They fightin')
When she walk in public, people turn to a manikin (Silence)
She done turned the whole club, call the ambulance!

Girl what's yo sign, I pull up right on time
She don't f*ck with broke niggas, you sit on the sideline
Back that ass up, put that booty in rewind
I just wanna see what's in those jeans like Ginuwine
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
Can you make that booty bounce like trampolines
Boing, boing
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans
All my pretty girls green pretty gang
What's in them jeans