The girl got out at the spot,
With her attitude, yeah.
Fixing her hair,
Showing off her booty,
With so much flow, so much flow, ooh.
She knows she’s killing it,
Ignoring almost everyone, and it’s clear why.
Everyone thinks she is, but she’s not a player—
Not a player at all.
The thing is, she’s just smart, yeah.
There’s nothing wrong with hooking up without falling in love.
Everyone thinks she is.
She even has two hearts,
One from the gym gave her another in her booty.
I noticed it while she was doing squats.
Private and quiet, like *67.
Her booty kicks like a 47.
She hooked up with me wearing red lingerie, and it’s not even the 27th.
She’s on top of things; she doesn’t play outdated.
Like cars in P.R.,
Sometimes when she’s feeling down, she hits me up to make it right.
While hooking up, she tells me not to catch feelings, but that booty’s tempting.
I’m the only one she lets record, so I can vibe with it later.
No respect? I give her some to make her respect me.
Everyone thinks she is, but she’s not a player—
Not a player at all.
The thing is, she’s just smart, yeah.
There’s nothing wrong with hooking up without falling in love.
Everyone thinks she is.
She even has two hearts,
One from the gym gave her another in her booty.
I noticed it while she was doing squats.
Everyone thinks she is, but she’s not a player—
Not a player at all.
The thing is, she’s just smart, yeah.
There’s nothing wrong with hooking up without falling in love.
Everyone thinks she is.
She even has two hearts,
One from the gym gave her another in her booty.
I noticed it while she was doing squats.