conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Dem Jeans with the following description: Timbaland shows the world why he is definitely a world-class producer. With a straight sample from the song Flex whose video is this, the beat is notably sampled on this track to which Migos perform their lyrical calisthenics to bring a definite club banger.
  The song is a slight shot off Ginuwine’s In Those Jeans which is also given a shoutout here.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Quavo]
  Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time
  "She don't fuck with broke niggas", you sit on the sideline
  Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind
  I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like Ginuwine
  What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
  Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline
  What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
  All my pretty girls scream, "Pretty Gang"
  [Verse 1: Quavo]
  Broke boys always talking 'bout
  How many hoes they fuck, how many bitches they got
  But 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 and smoked that good marijuana
  She'll have you in the club mad, everybody want her
  I think I like her persona, Victoria's Secret aroma
  Late night at the Aroma, I took her home and I bone her
  She screwed up in the Corolla, got her drunk of Coronas
  Jewelry colder than Polar, I'm high like the Solar
  She took it more than Oprah, make it clap like Magnolia
  It's the first time you seen her, and she act like she know ya
  That's her motive, she burst that wallet open, so I had to ask her [Chorus: Quavo]
  Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time
  "She don't fuck with broke niggas", you sit on the sideline
  Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind
  I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like Ginuwine
  What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
  Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline
  What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
  All my pretty girls scream, "Pretty Gang"
  [Verse 2: Takeoff]
  I asked her what's her sign, she told me, "Gemini"
  I told her, "Girl, you lying, that's the same sign as mine"
  But anyway, never mind, back to the subject, "You fine"
  I'm tryna see if  in them jeans Ginuwine
  And she don't like broke boys, broke boys ain't making no noise
  Walk around with a check like Floyd, she licking at me looking gorgeous
  Pinky ring the size of orbit, broke boys can't afford it
  Look in my pockets on Orbit, I'm a free man no Morgan
  Man, you can go to my mansion, it got six stories
  Hop in the Lam' and drop the top like the Headless Horseman
  Telling me stories of her and a broke boy divorce
  Honestly, I can care less, baby, that ain't important
  I like how them jeans look tight, they show your panties
  Walking 'round the club got these broke boys panic
  When she walk in public, people turn to a mannequin
  She done killed the whole club, call the ambulance [Chorus: Quavo]
  Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time
  "She don't fuck with broke niggas", you sit on the sideline
  Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind
  I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like Ginuwine
  What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
  Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline
  What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?
  All my pretty girls scream, "Pretty Gang"