(Intro - Lil Traffic)
Ay, yeah, yeah, ay

(Hook - Lil Traffic)
I just need a tall girl with the model legs
Bad lil shawty with that Kate Upton face
Who is on the calendar every fucking day
Sports illustrated booty that’s my fucking babe, that’s my fucking babe
That’s my fucking babe, that’s my fucking babe
That’s my fucking babe, look
I just need a tall girl with the model legs
Bad lil shawty with that Kate Upton face

(Verse- Vic August)
Sending me text on text message
Like there’s nothing more pressing
To you than who I’m addressing
When there’s new me in your mentions
Knew me when I was west end
Fixed on keeping me guessing
Built like a model, jump in the car and I hit the lottery
Move with a motto if she my type then I’m keeping it for me
And when I need ya, I know you’ll be there
It ain’t no deja vu
When I’m in here with you
Cos I only felt like this twice girl both times were with you
I’m playing for keeps
I live in your league
I know what you need yeah
You give me peace
Said these bitches sleep on you
You don’t need em
I don’t know how to save a hoe girl all I know’s how to cuff a wife
Don’t make me beg for it girl I just need someone to spend this with and -