[ Featuring Cavin Gada ]
Boy, you got that kind of look
You should be in magazines
Boy, you really got me hooked
You're in all my fantasies
Boy, you got that kind of look you should be in
Magazines
Running through my head, you're all my fantasies
I could be the girl you plan to see
But I don't want the love that's going to last a week
Playing the tambourine at a jamboree
How you gonna walk right past a G?
Boy, you stole my heart; you're a master thief
I know you've got girls that you hit up on the side
Thinking 'bout the ways that I could make you mine
Promise that I'd give you a real good time
Tell me if you're the kind of guy that likes to be tied up, likes to be riled up, likes to get fired up
Over stupid shit with a bitch who's 5'1, high strung, I run my mouth, I'm done
I know when I see you look at me
I feel we'd fit so easily
Don't know what it is you do to me
Wanna be my baby? Oh, 'cause you're driving me crazy, no
Boy, you got that kind of look
You should be in magazines
Boy, you really got me hooked
You're in all my fantasies
When you give me that look
I drop all my fallacies
Boy, you got that kind of look
You should be in magazines
Touch down in NYC
I could be your Baby Keem
I got two phones in my pocket, let me take you to Belize
Let me help you with your dreams
I'm the kind of girl you need
I got personality
And my kitty's therapy
Your other girls are hot but they're dry and basic
I can lift you higher, if I'm being belay-tent
You don't have to walk on eggshells, boy, just say shit, face it
I got cadence
Respect the way it
Goes and stops, it just evolves
I'm the girl that you've been craving
I'll be good for you, no misbehaving
I see our future, that's so Raven
Boy, you got that kind of look
You should be in magazines
Boy, you really got me hooked
You're in all my fantasies
When you give me that look
I drop all my fallacies
Boy, you got that kind of look
You should be in magazines
(I see you in Times, I see you in Forbes
I see you in Elle, and I see you in Vogue)
