I'm in love, I'm in love, and it's bringing me joyHey, baby, RKNa, na, ya, she can wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, she do wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, they wanna eat it allNa, na, she's a boy, you better have your heartNa, na, ya, she can wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, she do wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, they wanna eat it allNa, na, she's a boy, you better have your heartNa, na, who they beat, uh-huhNa, na, yeah, that's me, that's meNa, na, came to studio and slide up on his beatNa, na, came to ski, skiNa, na, came to beatNa, na, came to concert at the Seamanburg in New YorkYeah, high-five with a bootyWhat's the Wi-Fi?Yeah, that's meCan't let a bitch call near my phoneCause she gon' spill it out on my secret, yoTrust nobody, yeah, bitch, I mean itCrack it out with tears on the front of ya faceExpand my nails or the bad bitch come nearHoldin' my hands like the way you did thisDamn, what's up?Ain't you credible at first, yoSwore off the weird-ass shape, ass-blondeCan't roll it with, *, it's tar, *I can't make much, hold on, sing like a lover boyI'm deep, thoughEverybody doin' my thing, doin' my danceLike the fly, I ain't even done yetNa, na, ya, she can wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, she do wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, they wanna eat it allGot nice kids, boy, you better hide your hoesNa, na, ya, she can wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, she do wear all types of clothesNa, na, ya, they wanna eat it allGot nice kids, boy, you better hide your hoesThank you.