You got me 
See I was out buying Chanel bags 
While I was doing that, yu turned up your swag, you got me 
Yup, call me slippin' forget your hustle on, shottie I ain’t trippin' 
I been in the game since '03 
You can try, but you still can do it like me 
I hate it when they talk about me 
But I love it when they talk about me

You got me
I got a lil too prissy, I didn't expect y’all twisted tryna get me 
But I'mma need that you can gone write y’all blog 
I need y’all feedback 
See I was on the red carpet when I shoulda been in the studio, lay it down hot chick 
Madder than a motherfucker, I can lie a bitch, madder than motherfucker 
Better than a motherfucker, been up all night like UPS trucker 
Back up on my job, I’m back up in the track 
Shottie give me that 

You got me
Back in my corsetto, got me taking off these 5 inch stiletto’s 
You got me
Back up out my phantom 
I’m back up in my jeep, back up in the streets 
Hey, hey, I’m all fired up 
And tell you aunt for me I’m all wired up 
Please no pictures, up off of my twitter 
I’m back up on my shit
And when I see the stage, I’m a black black dad (repeat)

I shoulda listen to myself 
Before I let you in, I shoulda warn myself
Tell me again and again, I should’ve cautioned myself 
Before I fell in love with you
But I just pushed myself, that’s what lovers do, ooh
Picking up the pieces of my heart, I'm tired of lovin' you in the dark 
I wish I coulda seen, what you had planed for me 
Fancy clothes and fancy cars 
We go that far but turned to misery 
When you don’t go 
Basic instinct 
Basic instinct 
But you basic instinct 
Basic instinct 

Yeah, oh, yeah 
Yeah, oh, yeah