You got a face like the Madonna
Crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco
Road to road

You’re on the run, oh, baby
Yeah, you’re on the run, oh baby

I’m not a trick but
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
I’m running temperatures
Thinking of your love, boo

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He says “Show me what you got girl”)
Come on over ghetto baby
(“Drop it like it’s hot girl”)

I know your lips say that you wanna
But your heart’s a no
But boy your hips say that you’re gonna
When you hold me, hold me

You’re so fun, b-baby, you
Are too much fun, b-baby

My local rock star
The WillyB 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 now come home
To your queen, boo

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He says “Show me what you got girl”)
Come 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
Come on over ghetto baby
(He says “Show me what you got girl”)
Come on over ghetto baby
(“Drop it like it’s hot girl”)

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
‘Cause we’re a match made in heaven
And this kind of love’s forever

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He says “Show me what you got girl”)
Come 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
Come on over ghetto baby
(He says “Show me what you got girl”)
Come on over ghetto baby
(“Drop it like it’s hot girl”)