You got a face like the Madonna crying tears of gold Pumping gas at the Taxaco roads a road Youre on the run oh baby yeah Youre on the run oh baby I'm not a trick boy I'm a trick for you You give me butterflies hearts skipping one two I know youre sick boy I wanna get the flu I'm running temperatures thinking of your love boo Brooklyn move my sole soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips Come on over Ghetto baby (He said show him what you got girl) Come on over Ghetto baby (Drop it like is hot gurl) I know your lips say that you wanna But your hearts a no But boy your hips say that youre gonna When you hold me hold me you're fun But baby you you are so much fun but baby My local rock star the really bigcrew I feeling you boy you're liking me too I'm clockin chicks left and right just to get to you Youre out there on the grind Now come home to your queen boo Brooklyn move my sole soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips Come on over Ghetto baby (He said show him what you got girl) Come on over Ghetto baby (Drop it like is hot gurl) Brooklyn move my sole soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips Come on over Ghetto baby (He said show him what you got girl) Come on over Ghetto baby (Drop it like is hot gurl) Its a match made in Heaven If theyre gonna talk let em If they dont think we're good together Baby just forget em When hes bad hes bad But when hes good no ones better But a match made in heaven And this is kind of loves forever Brooklyn move my sole soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips Come on over Ghetto baby (He said show him what you got girl) Come on over Ghetto baby (Drop it like is hot gurl) Brooklyn move my sole soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips Come on over Ghetto baby (He said show him what you got girl) Come on over Ghetto baby (Drop it like is hot gurl)