[Chorus]
She came from Mexico, yeah
She look like Lindsey Lo, yeah
My girl, you got me like oh-oh-oh
Tell me what's your name, baby
What's your name? Yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
My girl, you got me in a motherfucking trance (Got me in a trance, baby)
And you know I can't stop it
Baby girl, tell me what's your name (What's your name, babe?)
Tell me what's your name (What's your name?)
Tell me what's your name, name, name (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Let me hit your phone, girl, can I come through the night?
Your body language telling me I should come by
I need your number, baby
I got champagne for the night (Yeah)
Baby girl, come ride (Yeah)
She came from Mexico
She look like Lindsey Lo
She came from Mexico
She a down bitch, she bad though
She ridin' around, she gassed up
All these pretty girls, they don't even know my name
But I wanted you from the start, you ain't no fan girl
I ride around, window down
Girl, I want you, girl, I need you
I just wanted something brand new (Yeah, yeah)
Brand new, brand new, brand new, baby (I just want a brand new girl)
Brand new, baby, yeah (I just want a brand new girl)
I just want a brand-new girl
[Interlude]
Oh you got too much pride, lil' baby
You said, "Let's get drunk, let's get high," lil' baby (Brand new girl)
Everything you want is tonight, lil' baby
I don't recognize this side of you, lil' baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Girl, you a city girl
You runnin' 'round the world
I wanted to be the one to write this song for you
Let me pull up on a Wednesday night
Let me take you on a drive
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah-yeah

[Outro]
She came from Mexico, yeah
She look like Lindsey Lo, yeah
My girl, you got me like oh-oh-oh
Tell me what's your name, baby
What's your name? Yeah, yeah
My girl, you got me in a motherfucking trance (Got me in a trance, baby)
And you know I can't stop it
Baby girl, tell me what's your name (What's your name, babe?)
Tell me what's your name (What's your name?)
Tell what's your name, name, name (Yeah)
Let me hit your phone, girl, can I come through the night?
Your body language telling me I should come by
I need your number, baby
I got champagne for the night (Yeah)
Baby girl, come ride (Yeah)
She came from Mexico
She look like Lindsey Lo
She came from Mexico
She a down bitch, she bad though
She ridin' around, she gassed up
All these pretty girls, they don't even know my name
But I wanted you from the start, you ain't no fan girl
I ride around, window down