(Bom bom bitchdom, bom, bom) I see y’all in the front row Hey (Bom bom bitchdom, bom)
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you Back up, they don’t love you like I love you Step down, they don’t love you like I love you Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you Slow down
Baby, such a shame You let this good love go to waste I always keep the top tier, five star Backseat lovin’ in the car Like make that wood, make that wood Holly like the boulevard