Ay
Cannot be your fantasy girl
No, I can't be your fantasy girl
Yeah, yeah
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "make me"
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy
I took him on an odyssey (oh)
You was sleep on a bitch, you owe me an apology (oh)
And ain't nobody stoppin' me (huh)
Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin' you proud of me
Lies, I know you feel it inside
He said he hate when I play with his mind (haha)
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Just wait 'til I'm actually into the guy
Take a pic' when I step off the jet (ooh)
Thought it was love, it ain't nothin' but sex (haha)
He fumble me, then that's somethin' to regret
I ain't tryna leave 'til he cuttin' the check (where the money at?)
Doin' my thing, I'm in the jungle
Stay in your lane (your lane, ho), bitch, be humble
Ain't with the gang, smoke it like Fronto
Ah, pimpin' these niggas, like, "oh my God"
Twenty-one, thick thighs, I'm a hottie (yeah)
Everything I do, these bitches copy (they do)
If he packin', I might call him Papi (ooh)
I be shittin' on hoes, it's a hobby
And he doin' the most, tryna clock me
Watch how I move but he know he can't stop me (what?)
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (money)
Nigga ain't shit like he live in the potty
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "make me"
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (like the Navy)
Curve me at first but you feelin' me now
Poppin' her shit, sexy lil' chocolate lil' bitch
Hope it's cream fillin' inside
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Broke niggas killin' the vibe
We on a cloud, say, "it feel like a dream"
Well, baby, we livin' it now
Twenty-two, new Benz, big body (twenty-two, new Benz)
Get you a bag 'cause you nice and you naughty
Nine rounds fuckin', made her cum, feelin' godly
Do it for the culture like '07 Carti
Don't leave me, I'm the life of the party
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Cartis
Leave that nigga, that's right where we started (yeah)
Heavyweight nigga get light in the 'rari, for real
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "make me"
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (like the Navy)
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Them videos out my phone
Lil' stupid ass nigga, I'm grown
Got a new man, I think he catchin' on
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone (gone, gone, gone, gone, gone)
compositores: Tamia Carter - Andre Carnell Robertson - DeRelle Rideout - Maurice Thaddeus Williams - Teddy Riley - Carlton Mahone, Jr. - marcellus register
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