I'm all in the spot
Posted up
Park the drop
Chill in the cut

See a couple hots
I'm like "what up"
Nigga on a watch tryin ta find me one
I'm in disguise

Far away parked my ride
Ain't even wearing my ice
I don't need nothing to shine

I'm looking for someone
Just like that
Hearing in her tongue
Just like that

Gotta have some fun and ain't tripping on
Does them freaky things (just like that)
Thick all in them jeans (just like that)
Goes down like submarines (just like that)

Just like that (just like that)(just like that)
The music's bumpin'
Sippin' on cognac
Pushin' up on somethin'

Sho mack
She gotta paper on them jeans
I'm tryin' to
Take off them paper then them jeans

Bringin' mo game than kobe
On a good day
Tryin' to cross her over
In a good way

Ghetto, boughi, valley girl, hood rat
I want it all,
Just like that

Somebody who burns in the kitchen
Maybe even has a couple chillings
Never be trippin and listen
Ready to try new positions

Got her own dough, maybe
We can drive matchin benzes
Baby is cool but has visions
Really puts it down in bed, with precision

Girlfriends in the back and toe lickin
Don't listen to the rumors from them bitches

I need a shorty that's down for whatever
Someone I can call on whenever
That can hold me down under pressure
A lady that got her own cheddar

Like yah your girl is cute, but dawgs, mines looks better
Gotta be real sweet and tender
Guys want a wife and not
Just hit her

Haters mad as
Cause I'm wit her
Do you understand my niggas,
She's gotta be,
Just like that

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Writer(s): Chris Liggio, Keir Gist, Robert Huggar, Steve Bundy