(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that Gotta lotta lotta lotta that) Talking 'bout whiskey bottles Talking 'bout skinny models Talking 'bout groupie chicks Talking 'bout lucid trips I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick I got a lot of o's, all up on my check And

Turn to the left Now turn to the right Sashay, shantay You better work (Supermodel) (Cover girl) (Give a twirl) Do your thing on the runway

Da da da da I feel uptight when I walk in the city I feel so cold when I'm at home Feels like everything's starting to hit me I lost bed ten minutes ago Modern guilt I'm staring at nothing Modern guilt I'm under lock and key It's not what I have changed,

New York at night Empire high Its got me coming alive Baby you're like That Uptown something Girl you're like a model on a Soho street Walking on air like you own it That electric energy Something tells me you're gonna keep me going til the morning light

Can't keep up wit di trends, wi report dem If I nuh di modeling type wi nuh court dem But if I di big beauty queen, wi support dem, again If a mi gal nuh up to date, wi deport dem If a woman nuh up to date, wi deport dem Mandatory ala mi gal dem hafi fit

Be my heart a well of love Flowing free so far above All those beautiful people I want to have them all All those porcelain models If only I could make them fall A wintry eve Once upon a tale An Ugly Duckling

Reckless serenade I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need Call up to listen to the voice of reason Topless models Doing semaphore Wave their flags as she walks by And get ignored Illuminations On a rainy day

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Get the genie out the bottle Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it, crazy that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lap Fuck it up, fuck it up Pussy good, go and back it up Pipe her up, I'ma pipe her

For shit like that See it in me Oh, no, she didn't Leave me lonely for prettier women You know I need too much attention You know you wrong I could be your supermodel If you believe