You got me See I was out buying Chanel bags While I was doing that you turned up your swag, you got me Yup, call me slippin forget your hustle on, shawty I ain't trippin I been in the game since '03 You can try but you still can do it like me I hate it when they talk about me But I love it when they talk about me I got a lil too prissy, I didn't expect y'all twisted tryna get me But I'm a need that you can gone write y'all blog I don't need y'all feedback See I was on the red carpet when I shoulda been in the studio lay it down hot chick Madder than a motherfucker, I can lie a bitch madder than motherfucker Better than a motherfucker, been up all night like UPS trucker Back up on my job, I'm back up in the track Shawty give me that Back in my Corsetto, got me taking off these five inch stiletto's Back up out my phantom I'm back up in my jeep, back up in the streets Hey, hey, I'm all fired up And tell you aunt for me I'm all wired up Please no pictures, up off of my Twitter I'm back up on my shit And when I see the stage, I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad I shoulda listen to myself Before I let you in, I shoulda warn myself, tell me again and again, I should've cautioned myself Before I fell in love with you, but I just pushed myself, that's what lovers do Picking up the pieces of my heart, I'm tired of lovin' you in the dark I wish I coulda seen, what you had planned for me Fancy clothes and fancy cars We go that far but turned to misery When you don't go Basic instinct Basic instinct Basic instinct Basic instinct Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah Yeah o yeah