Body

My girl got the body where you got 12 more than 'bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body where you got 12 more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya

I wanna steal ya, girl

She gorgeous, I'ma pay her mortgage (gorgeous, mortage)
I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin until you can afford it (Louboutin)
I wanna take you on a trip 'cause I
Know that your nigga borin' (borin')
Christian Dior scrapin' on the floor when we boardin' (we boardin')

Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I'm strokin' (woah)
There's somethin' 'bout you
You know you special, you golden (special)
Smokin' ganj like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (ganj)

Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (ayy)
Come and ride with a G, fly than a falcon (ride)
Hit it from the back, I must have landed a real one (nah)
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I'm outin' (skrrt)

You nigga kept on cheatin' and I know you found him (woah)
If you wanna keep it later, better keep your bread up (cash)
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (smash)
Wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)
Girl, you just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose

Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise
'Til you see we just can't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

Because got the body where you got 12 more than 'bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy

The body where you got 12 more than 'bout a trillion
Ayy, ayy
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
I wanna steal ya, girl

The way that you're talkin', I figured, girl, you look familiar (huh?)
Live in luxury, babe, we not regular civilians
I'm a superhero, what's more than a villain, one in a million
Got them notice every time that we in the buildin' (ayy)

Walkin' in with them Balmains, out in designer
I fathered all you niggas 'cause rappers, y'all my sons
Don't care that if they catchin' you, you gon' be number one
On her bum, suck the crumb, fuckin' bitches early on

Ayy, ayy
Hundreds of bottles and beautiful models (hunnies)
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (brrr)
She know that I'm young but she lovin' my partners (ayy)

She told me get rid of my chicks on my rasta (woo)
Okay, okay, okay (okay)
It's cool, girl, whatever you say (whatever you say)

She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (rah, rah, rah)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (pop, pop)
And she won't sell work
She gon' ride against the world 'cause that's my girl (skrrt)
Celiné bag was her dream bag (dream)
When she woke up in the mornin', let her seen that

You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose

Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise
'Til you see we just can't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

Because got the body where you got twelvemore than 'bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy

The body where you got 12 more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
I wanna steal ya, girl



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Butler, Eric Goudy, Earl Hood, Sean Paul Henriques
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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