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 made 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”)