Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
You remember them broads on the strip
out in Vegas?
(Uh- huh, what about 'em) Well
but (hmm)
Lil' shawty I was in the back seat with man,
you know uhh (uhh, Naomi)
I ran into her on Rodeo Drive in
L.A., and I was like
Verse 2
I met her out in Vegas
She fresh off the pages of a magazine,
I said
I can't stop starin
I'm like goddamn, I got to have you girl,
because
Verse 3
C#m
Look at shorty hoppin out that Maserati In them
Giuseppe Zanotti's and that
bangin ass body
In them low cut Frankie B.'s with
the panties peekin out 'em
With a booty that big,
and her stomach rock solid
walkin in her Roberto Cavalli
I should probably walk up to the
register and say "I got it"
Go and pick up what you like,
it's nothin ma, don't worry about it
That bag should be carried
And that dress should be worn
when there's nothin else up under
Just in case I run into you I can
pull up to your bumper
She politely declined when
I offered her my number
Then I asked her what's her name,
said she'd rather make me wonder
carried out her bags outside
And I couldn't get her ass, I tried
As I watch her leave out the store
How one man wanted shorty ass and more,
for sure
Verse 4
I met her out in Vegas
She fresh off the pages of a magazine,
I said
I can't stop starin
I'm like goddamn, I got to have you girl,
because
Verse 5
See my hand,
got the money countin careless
Couldn't find a bigger star than in Dallas
And the Pistons ain't the only one with
Do your research, tell me your analysis
Take a jet and make you (Wonder) where you
(Land) like Alice
. Tell me shorty ain't the baddest
Tell me shorty don't deserve to walk
(Woo!) She deserve it all
I don't do the mall, I do it by catalog
La Perla panties and bras,
fuck buyin at the bar
I fuck around and buy this whole
See, she's so nice
She can get whatever she likes
Don't let the price make you mad
I live a Fabolous life shorty,
Verse 6
I met her out in Vegas
She fresh off the pages of a magazine,
I said
I can't stop starin
I'm like goddamn,
I got to have you girl, because
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
(She's so flyyyyyy)
Verse 7
C#m
What?
Ha, yeah, yeah
(She's so fly to me)
Look at her
Verse 8
Rover (hey)
In them Louie loafers (hey)
I just wanna hold her (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Verse 9
(Closer to me closer to meeeeee)
F#m
C#m
Ay, we in Vegas on the strip and seein vision
and precision lookin like a straight star
With the buttons undone,
showin off her lace bra
My partner in the back,
'til the smoke hop in they car
Okay, broadlight in L.A., she say
I got her to the mall, ha
Verse 10
F#m
So, we hopped in the Land and we rolled out,
yeah
Walked on the end and we showed out,
yeah
It's the King and the One
with the dough out hurr
We can blow out her cause
Verse 11
I met her out in Vegas
She fresh off the pages of a magazine,
I said
I can't stop starin
I'm like goddamn, I got to have you girl,
C#m
because
F#m
C#m
(She's so, fly)
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