You Got Nothing on Me Loving Caliber (Ft. Nikki Holguin)

Everytime I’m going out
The same things keep happening
New boy, same tricks

You’re coming closer to me now
Trying to be smooth
So here we go again, here we go again

You’re trying to buy me drinks
And I don’t like your cheap tricks
Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya
I don’t know what you think
But I’m not one of those chicks
Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya

(You got nothing on me, on me)
(You got nothing on me, on me)
(You got nothing on me, on me)

(Hey!)
I know that I’m looking like a movie star
You try to pick me up in your new sports car
(Hey!)
I think it’s called a Jaguar
I don’t give a damn, ain’t got money on my mind
(Hey!)
I can see you want me bad
But your petty moves kind of make me sad
(Hey!)
Oh boy you must be mad
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot
(Hey!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot
(Hey!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot