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 butterflies, heart skipping one, two
I know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu
I'm running temperatures thinking of your love, boo

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)

I know your lips say that you wanna but your heart's a no
But, boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me
You're so fun
Poor baby, you are so much fun
Poor 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, come home to your queen, boo

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)

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)

We're a match mad in heaven if they're gonna 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

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)

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)