[TiRon]
I feel spoiled
Oil of Olay take note 'cause my lady so dope
And normally I don't say this
But a Mercedes is just a bucket, fuck it Madonna is just a painting
In comparison to these other bitches it's embarrassing, ain't it?
Hating in they label shit label shit
Hoping if they rock it, they'll get a fifth of your foxy
If I seen an angel she'll look like, act like, talk like, walk like, you
Can I maybe get a photo for my scrapbook, macbook, desktop, yes I do
You imperfectly perfect you, could've fooled me
Got me checking my cool, if I'd had known shit I'd have made you a cake
My mistake, probably edamame your body looks great mama
Ain't a thing I would change on you
Oh you

[Chorus: Iman Omari]
It's not what you're wearing
You don't need nothing extra about you, babe
You don't have to question
You know you got it
You know you got it
You know you got it
You know you got it

[Ayomari]
Whoa, the smile on your face
The smile on your face can make the sun jealous
As well as your figure eight's...
A felony in your state, better…
Than a magazine can tell you that you are
Yeah yeah, you deserve an hour with your feet up
Sipping Mai Tai's besides the pool
Besides you're cool, gone put those feet up
Gone head, don't fret, long as, I got your bad-ack, it don't matter
Yea, idea..
How 'bout we go to Montego, then go to Monte Negro
Then get chicken on Pico
You fancy my formalities then allow me to continue
You astound me, you're wowing me, you're alchemy, a mural
Fuck it you're just dope, sucker for those pumps
I'mma little cuckoo but shoot you're beautiful boo
Ay
[Chorus: Iman Omari]
It's not what you're wearing
You don't need nothing extra about you, babe
You don't have to question
You know you got it
You know you got it
You know you got it
You know you got it