[Chorus] I know you want it, want it, want it, want it I know you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it Now we can go some place Take me from Chicago To Spain [Verse] This that Hair getting long music Vacay just to see the palms music She like Mercedes Meech, can you See us past the parking lot Dreams real big, can they really fill a parking spot Really good at rapping, only cause a n***a talk a lot See ya fronting 8 miles away like ya Poppa Doc She like boy where ya pension, 401ks be the mission You thinking Pompey, that's an issue Sallie Mae want that tuition, Internships a help ya with it BUT! That ain't really in the plans baby. I need them Costa Rica sands baby, Money from the live shows and the band baby It a pay, plus the frequent flyer miles, A have us walking down the aisles, while we all out in Spain baby [Chorus] x3