You got a face like the Madonna 
Crying tears of gold 
Been pumping gas 
At the Texaco road to road 
You're on [bad word] 
Oh baby yeah you're on [bad word] 
Oh baby 
I'm not a trick boy, I'm a trick for you 
You give me butterflies 
Heart skipping one two 
I know you're sick boy, 
I wanna get the flu 
 [bad word] temperatures 
Thinking of your love, boo. 

 [bad word] 
Brooklyn move my soul like this 
Kissing my stilettos move 
Your mouth up to my lips  [bad word] on over ghetto baby 
(He said show me what you got girl)  [bad word] on over ghetto baby 
(Drop it like it's hot girl) 

VERSE 
I know your lips say 
That you wanna but your heart's a no 
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me 
Hold me 
You're so fun 
B-baby you are so much fun 
B-baby 
My local rock star, The really big crew 
I'm feeling you boy, You're liking me too 
I'm clocking chicks left and right 

Just to get to you 
You're out there on the grind [bad word] home to your 
Queen, boo. 

 [bad word] 
Brooklyn move my soul like this 
Kissing my stilettos 
Move your mouth up to my lips  [bad word] on over ghetto baby 
(He said show me what you got girl)  [bad word] on over ghetto baby 
(Drop it like it's hot girl) 
Brooklyn move my soul like this 
Kissing my stilettos 
Move your mouth up to my lips  [bad word] on over ghetto baby 
(He said show me what you got girl)  [bad word] on over ghetto baby 
(Drop it like it's hot girl) 

VERSE 
We're a match mad in heaven 
If they're gonna talk let 'em 
If they don't think we're good together 
Baby just forget 'em 
When he's bad he's bad 
But when he's good no one's better 
Cos we're a match made in heaven 
And this kind of love's forever 

 [bad word] X 2 

Brooklyn move my soul like this 
Kissing my stilettos 
Move your mouth up to my lips