Lyrics of 'THIQUE' by Beyoncé

Ass gettin' bigger
Racks gettin' bigger
Cash gettin' larger
He thought he was loving me good, I told him: Go harder
She thought she was killin' that shit, I told her: Go harder
Just look at this alkaline wrist 'cause I got that water
Ass getting thicker
Cash getting thicker (thicker, thicker)

That's that thick, that's that real shit
That's that jelly, baby, champagne and cherry, baby
That's that thick, that's that ball drop
That's that keep going, that's that never stop

That's that thick, that's that na-na
That oochie coochie, la-la
Yeah, this that Fiji agua, candy girl, piñata
Hit it in the car and take you back to the casa
Bet I got you rock now, that thick all over that yacht now
Uh, that's that Freaknik, that's that 1996
That's that moon Miami bass, twelve in the trunk, 808
Uh, that's that Castro, eat that shit like Maestro's
She said she on a diet, girl, you better not lose that ass though

That's that thick, that's that real shit
That's that jelly, nigga, that's that really, nigga
That's that thick, that's that ball drop
That's that keep going, that's that never stop

Baby, that's that thick
That's that thick
Baby, that's that thick
That's that thick
Look at this shit

(Ooh) It's that strawberry, that's that grape and cherry
(Ooh) It's that ginsu, cut that bitch like culinary
(Ooh) That's that bounce, spend my money, make it count
If it's lost then make it found, just keep dropping that shit down
That's that summer, that's them hummers, that's that: Girl, give me your number
That's that Jordy, that's that scholar, that I just got out of college
That's that: I don't do this usually, I don't know what you do to me
That: I don't do this usually, I don't know what you do to me

Boy, you crazy body mean, back it up like limousine
They gotta make a fold out to fit a magazine, right
Girl, look at your body right
Boy, take this in slow, don't let go
Tell me how bad you've been wanting it
And hurry up, quick, before the moment ends
I like what I hear, might be sleeping in
Screaming: Beyoncé, chocolate ounces
Sit on that, bounce it, bounce it

Ass getting thicker
Cash getting thicker
Cash gettin' larger
He thought he was loving me good, I told him: Go harder
(Baby, that's that thick)
She thought she was killin' that shit, I told her: Go harder
(That's that thick)
Just look at this alkaline wrist 'cause I got that water
(Baby, that's that thick)
Ass getting thicker (that's that thick), cash getting
Look at this shit

(Ooh, baby, come feel me)
(Ooh, baby) I'm all up in your mind (it's all yours)
(Come here, come here) Let's make love
Make love to your mind (I wanna make love to your mind)
Make love to your mind (make love to your mind)
Close your eyes (I'm all up in your mind)
I'll breath you in, I'll think your thoughts
I'll read your mind, I'll read your mind