Ghetto Baby Cheryl

[Verse 1]
You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco road to road
You’re on the run, oh, baby, yeah
You’re on the run, oh, baby

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you
You give me butterflies
Heart skipping one, two
I know you’re sick, boy
I wanna get the flu
I’m running temperatures thinking of your love, boo

[Chorus]
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He said, "Show 'em what you got, girl")
Come on over, ghetto baby (Drop it like it's hot, girl)

[Verse 2]
I know your lips say that you want to, but your heart's a no
But boy, your hips say that you're going
When you hold me, hold me
You’re so fun, b-baby
You are so much fun, b-baby