Fashion shit check, cashing shit check I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check Rap shit check, foreign shit check Realest nigga in it, already know Got trapper of the year 4 times in

And now I see She knows exactly what she's worth to me 'Cause to me it doesn't matter In a girl who wears a dirty shirt You've got a feeling lost inside It just won't let you go Your life is sneaking up behind Is what I'm trying to say Is would you maybe

She makes me feel good when I feel like hell Heaven is a girl that I've got to have She said leave your name At the sound of the tone Heaven is a girl I know so well She makes me feel better when I'm feelin' bad Call you right back When I get home Better

Private eyes They're watching you They see your every move They're watching you watching You watching you watching you I see you, you see me Watch you blowin' the lines When you're making a scene Oh girl, you've got to know

Can't get enough, Cause I know you need X's and O's. So baby when you want X's and O's, I'm sincerely yours, girl. So I gotta give it up, For your love, Cause shawty you so fine! I think I found miss right. So girl you know I got X's and O's,

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt Turn around, stick it out Show the world you got a Make me come Show the world you got it Wine, go down, turn and flick it A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked One bat, two balls, swing it like cricket Pull

Shock dat monkey Get the monkey up off your back When you know that it's good And you know that it's hot All the girlies want a piece of what you've got When a man is a man And it's all in his face He's 'gon jump all on it

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up for after dark In a whip so low, no one's gotta know No one's gotta know (after dark) Knocking at your door, I don't gotta work anymore I don't gotta work no more (after dark) You can put your phone down

Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you I'm too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet