My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real Gun 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-dun My 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 Fuck the skinny bitches! Fuck the skinny bitches! Fuck the skinny bitches in the muthafuckin' club