Hasta el día de hoy
Yo te amé, no lo niego
(It's for sure)
You a little Libra, you already know
Money in my pocket and it's all for you
Cute little ten with an attitude
Racks up in my pocket and it's all for you
Body hot like crazy
She wan' ride me 'cause I'm wavy
Baby out in Long Beach
She be frontin' but she want me
I could treat you right, I could treat you right
Keep you up all night, girl, just hit my line
Take you on a date, dinner on the roof
Baby we gon' fuck in the photo booth
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
She go to school and take pictures
Girl, picture me and you
Her last man couldn't keep her
'Cause he played by the rules
Said she don't fuck with me, that's alright with me
One day I'll get my checks
Then she'll fuck with me, hit me up at three
Talkin' 'bout, "Where you at?"
You a little Libra, you already know
Money in my pocket and it's all for you
Cute little ten with an attitude
Racks up in my pocket and it's all for you
Body hot like crazy
She wan' ride me 'cause I'm wavy
Baby out in Long Beach
She be frontin' but she want me
I could treat you right, I could treat you right
Keep you up all night, girl, just hit my line
Take you on a date, dinner on the roof
Baby we gon' fuck in the photo booth
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (boo, boo)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh (gotta take a chance sometimes)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Baby, I just think you need to tell your man he gotta chill out
Y'all ain't even married, girl, you need a real spouse
You know his pocket's in a real drought
If it ain't a mansion in Wisconsin it's not a real house, yuh
I can show you things, I can show you things (yuh)
Baby, pick a truck, you want the Rolls' or the Range (yuh)
How you drippin' water, got it froze on the chain (yuh)
Girl, I got you grippin', we be slow in the lane (yuh)
But until that day I'ma keep shootin' my shot, yeah
So you ain't gotta ask if I'ma do it or not
I got a to do list, I'ma put you at the top
'Cause girl you're lookin' like a meal, I'ma put you in a pot, oh
So go on and put your number in my phone, I'ma hit you in the morn'
Tell me when you all alone, oh
'Cause he don't really know what he got
And he gon' know exactly what he got when you gone, oh-oh
You a little Libra, you already know
Money in my pocket and it's all for you
Cute little ten with an attitude
Racks up in my pocket and it's all for you
Body hot like crazy
She wan' ride me 'cause I'm wavy
Baby out in Long Beach
She be frontin' but she want me
I could treat you right, I could treat you right
Keep you up all night, girl, just hit my line
Take you on a date, dinner on the roof
Baby we gon' fuck in the photo booth
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
No
Oh
