You’re looking for a lady
A damsel in distress
I guess I ain’t your baby
Ya got the wrong address
You wanted smooth sailing
Well I was rocking like the sea
So when your ship starts failing
Honey don’t you count on me to make your

Motor run motor run run run
Everyones a critic but they all can’t get it done
If ya thought this was a game I’d be player one
And are you just here for fame I’m here for fun now

You can blame it on my youth
But your tired old news
Ain’t gonna trip me up my moves
Make em say goddam, goddam

You can blame it on my youth
But your tired old news
Ain’t gonna trip me up my moves
Make em say goddam, goddam

Ooh she bad
Goddam, goddam
Ooh she bad
Goddam, goddam
goddam

Sorry not sorry
That I’m hitting shots while you’re droppin the ball
It’s my time call me Kali
I can blow your mind or I can cut it off
Told me stick to melodies takes a stud to rock it
little did they know
a pretty bitch can find the pocket
Pretty bitch can find a pocket and it’s
Deep, deep cuts like a seamstress
Speaking out like the mouth on your mistress
Ooh, opinionated
Cool, calm meditated

Ya know we make the day to day a little bit better
But they gonna write us off like we’s a fucking Scarlett letter ya

Tick tock a watch the clock it won’t be long until ya see
A thirsty little boy with his tail between his knees
Comin’, comin’, comin’ comin’
Comin’ with his rain between his knees
Comin’, comin’, comin’ comin’
You just here for fame I’m here for fun now

You can blame it on my youth
But your tired old news
Ain’t gonna trip me up my moves
Make em say goddam, goddam

You can blame it on my youth
But your tired old news
Ain’t gonna trip me up my moves
Make em say goddam, goddam

Ooh she bad
Goddam, goddam
Ooh she bad
goddam