My anacond’a don’t, my anacond’a don’t
My anacond’a don’t want none unless you got buns, hunBoy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big big dealer money, he was gettin’ some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me A lexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that’s real, real, real
One in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
I’m high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I’m on some dumb shit
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills and he tellin’ me to chill
And he telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
Say he don’t like ’em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dunMy anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt