They Want

They want Chanel, they want that Gucci, that Louis, that Fendi, that Prada, yeah

How can you tell, the way that they touchin' my body, look it's real hot in here

They like how I smell, they know that it be that designer, they don't want love in here

Up in the club, she backin it up, she testin' her luck, she ready to fuck

But I don't want lust, I'm ready for love, so it's either that or I'm runnin' it up

She hit me on Sunday, again on a Monday, she want me back cause she can't get enough

Like, ooh, she riskin' it all, like, ooh, be gone by the mornin

Yeah, she wanna taste, all these lil' bitches, they runnin' a race

Last one to win, yeah, she gettin' erased, better make sure that you keepin' up pace, like

They want Chanel, they want that Gucci, that Louis, that Fendi, that Prada, yeah