Taste what's mine 'Cause you so fucking outta line Forever letting them taste what's mine You so fucking outta line The smile on your face the only thing I can't read Left and now you back inside my life All that shit you told me, I believed It's gon'

(Finders keepers, losers weepers) I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers) I'm all dressed up and naked So close I can taste it If it feels good, tastes good It must be mine And if you don't know now you know