CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Hottie

Ayy
Cannot be your fantasy girl
No, I can't be your fantasy girl
Yeah, yeah

I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (Po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm c*cky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My n***a stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)

I took him on an odyssey (Oh)
You was sleep on a b*t*h, you owe me an apology (Oh)
And ain't nobody stoppin' me (Huh)
Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin' you proud of me
Lies, I know you feel it inside
He said he hate when I play wit' his mind (Haha)
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Just wait 'til I'm actually into the guy
Take a pic' when I step off a jet (Ooh)
Thought it was love, it ain't nothin' but sex (Hah)
He fumble me, now that's somethin' to regret
I ain't tryna leave 'til he cuttin' the check (Where the money at?)
Doin' my thing, I'm in the jungle
Stay in your lane (Your lane, ho), b*t*h, be humble
Ain't with the gang, smoke it like fronto
Ah, pimpin' these n***as, like, "Oh my God"
Twenty-one, thick thighs, I'm a hottie (Yeah)
Everything I do, these b*t*hes copy (They do)
If he packin', I might call him papi (Ooh)
I be sh*ttin' on hoes, it's a hobby
And he doin' the most, tryna clock me
Watch how I move but he know he can't stop me (Uh, uh, what?)
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (Money)
N***a ain't sh*t like he live in the potty
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (Po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on)
Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm c*cky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My n***a stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)

Curve me at first but you feelin' me now
Poppin' her sh*t, sexy lil' chocolate lil' b*t*h
Hope it's cream fillin' inside (Yeah)
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Broke n***as killin' the vibe
We on a cloud, say, "It feel like a dream"
Well, baby, we livin' it now
Twenty-two, new Benz, big body (Twenty-two, new Benz)
Get you a bag 'cause you nice and you naughty (You bad)
Got her a** f**kin', made her c*m, feelin' godly (Go)
Do it for the culture like '07 Carti
Don't leave me, I'm the life of the party
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Carti's
Leave that n***a, that's right where we started (Yeah)
Heavyweight n***a get light in the 'Rari (For real)
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (Po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on)
Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm c*cky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My n***a stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)

Get rid of your a**, get gone
Film videos off my phone
Lil' stupid a** n***a, I'm grown
Got a new man, I think he catchin' on
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Get rid of your a**, get gone