[Verse 1]
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 boy, I'm a trick for you
You give me bu*terflies
Heart skipping one two
I know you're sick boy
I want to get the flu
I'm running temperatures
Thinking of your love, boo
[Chorus]
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos move
Your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it's hot girl)
[Verse 2]
I know your lips say
That you want to but your heart's a no
But boy your hips say that you're going to 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 now come home to your
Queen, boo
[Chorus] x2
[Bridge]
We're a match made in heaven
If they're going to talk let them
If they don't think we're good together
Baby just forget them
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
[Chorus] x2