You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold 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's 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 But, baby, you are too much fun But, baby
My local rock star, the really big crew I'm feeling you, boy; you likin' me too I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you You're out there on the grind Now 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 made in Heaven If they're gonna talk, let 'em If they don't think we're good together, baby just forget 'em When he's bad, he's bad But when he's good, no one's better 'Cause 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")