She was born back home, now she lives in Brickell
Shorty makin' money, she's got her ticket
Wherever she turns it on, it's not that “supposedly” talk
She depends on nobody so nobody can judge her
Babe, I ask what you have, what could it be?
I'm just talking to you, I touch you and I feel you real wet
Muse of the same horniness that she gives me
Tell me how many times you've really come
You know that we left each other, but the door to eat each other is open
With me you and life acted uncertain
You go away and like the boomerang you come back to me again
Tell me, I do that, what?
Tell me, put on my Hellstar cap so that you step out like a movie
We film ourselves a flick, a porno
I ignore it, but with her I have a kink
Shorty, why are you like that?
You haven't left and you already want to repeat
With him life slips away, I just make you come
If they ask me about you out there I just say, baby
So fine, she doesn't need pricey clothes, simple she works it
I hit her with fire so the leather melts
She lives alone, shows up whenever she wants, nobody can run game on her
She knows her friend envies her, that she criticizes her
Six hundred in jeans, nobody can flex on her
Only zaza smoke, she never smokes regular
She does whatever she wants, they're gonna talk anyway
She walks through the block like she's gonna model
I know every position she uses
That I'm with her out here, they're talking
If I run into her, I don't say hi
We know it with the looks that cross