You got me
You got me
See, I was out buying Chanel bags
While I was doing that, you turned up your swag (you got me)
Yep, caught me slippin'
Well, get your hustle on, shortie, I ain't trippin' (you got me)
I been in the game since '03
You can try but you still can't do it like me
I hate it when they talk about me
But I love it when they talk about me
I got a lil' too prissy
I didn't expect y'all twisted tryna get me (you got me)
But I'ma leave that
You can go and write y'all blog
I don't need y'all feedback
See, I was on the red carpet when I should have been in the studio
Lay it down, hot chick
Madder than a motherfucker, I can't lie, a bitch madder than motherfucker
I'm badder than a motherfucker, been up all night like a UPS trucker
Back up on my job, I'm back up in the track
Shortie, give me that (you got me)
Back in my Corsetto, got me taking off these five inch stilettos (you got me)
Back up out my Phantom
I'm back up in my jeep, back up in the streets (you got me)
Hey, hey, I'm all fired up
And tell your aunt for me I'm all wired up
Please no pictures (you got me), up off of my Twitter
I'm back up on my ish
And when I see the stage, I'ma black bag that bitch
I'ma black bag that bitch
And when I see the stage, I'ma black bag that bitch
I'ma black bag that bitch
And when I see the stage, I'ma black bag that bitch
I'ma black bag that bitch
I'ma black bag that bitch
I'ma black bag that bitch
I'ma black bag that bitch
I should have listened to myself before I let you in
I should have warn myself, tell me again and again
I should've cautioned myself before I fell in love with you But I just pushed myself, that's what lovers do
Picking up the pieces of my heart
I'm tired of loving you in the dark
I wish I could have seen what you had planned for me
Fancy clothes and fancy cars
We go that far but turned to misery
When you don't go
To your basic instinct
To your basic instinct
To your basic instinct
To your basic instinct
Yeah, oh, yeah