{Intro: Nuworld Kayo}
Yeah
It go like
She don't

{Chorus: Nuworld Kayo}
She don't really go out that much, nah, she don't really show off
I ain't trying to intrude on you, nah, don't want to take no clothes off
I just really want to know more, you a real piece like no war
But, you don't really see ya self like that, no
She don't really see herself like that, no

{Verse 1: Nuworld Kayo}
Read minds, I know you single
Praise the Lord like Christian mingle
She the type, to say I'm the type, to say we the type to give love a jingle
Who on the line? Girl, you know who gone call you
Young, rich, and fine as hell, if I shoot my shot it's gone fall through
You got something I need
You the type to leave hoes on E
They ain't gassed, they ain't even got car
They want brain, but they don't even got heart, stop
Every knock on your door is hopeful
Keep it up I might make you local
Buy a crib with all kinds of space, a couch, a chase, a flower vase, you down
You the crown that I need, you the fountain I drink
You that town that I just can't leave
Mama please, just one more week, granted
Standing outside of yo house in them April showers I might be a fool
But if chivalry's dead, then my method's a goner, so fuck it just hop in my coop
What you talking 'bout?