[Verse 1]
Girl, you got a fan, uh
You so mothaf**in' fancy
And your j**elry look like candy
Tryna turn them legs into Bambi
Girl, you got me feelin' randy
f** the Plan B
I'll take care of you
Like soul food
[Chorus]
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf**in' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf**in' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
[Verse 2]
Girl, you got a fan
You so motherf**in' fancy
I need your body on the beach
Come and meet me in Miami
You smell rich as f**
I swear I'm not just tryna f**
You what we call "Black Girl Magic"
Drive a Rolls Royce truck with an a** that stop traffic
[Chorus]
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf**in' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf**in' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
[Verse 3]
Girl, you got a fan
Let's make a plan
She finally full, finally full and nasty
I'm tryna come, tryna come, catch me
Shaniqua Williams
Fresh out the Carolinas
Girl, your body
Shot out to Raleigh
[Chorus]
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf**in' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf**in' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
[Outro]
Girl, you got a fan
Girl, you got a fan